Somewhere in Westlow.
"No… no… no…" A man with ripped-apart hair held his face while crying in the corner of his basement.
The bruising and swelling covered his entire face while the bandages wrapped most of his body. The tearstains covered his face alongside the bruises.
Knock! Knock!
On top of the stairs, there was someone knocking on the wooden door.
"Mint Konfig, open this door, now!" The sound of knocking became even louder after the shout. The voice was deep and emitted strong energy.
"No… please leave me alone… I am sorry…" Mint, the bruised man, said with a teary tone. He had dark brown hair with black pupils. He was quite young, around 20 years of age.
"I am sorry… sorry… sorry… It was an accident…" Mint's whole body trembled like he was suffering from an intense cold.
BOOM!
