Ravi carried me into the villa. Maria cried out when she saw my face, then immediately went to find the first aid kit.
Ravi carried me into my room and gently laid me on the bed. He took off the jacket that was draped over me and saw my torn clothes. There were quite a few bleeding scratches on my exposed skin.
It was late autumn and the sky had darkened. I could see my face reflected in the glass. My hair was disheveled, and I could still vaguely feel the pain of my hair being yanked. My T-shirt was torn, and one of my sleeves was torn off to reveal my shoulders. The collar of my shirt was torn, and one of the buttons was down to my chest, revealing half of my underwear. There was also a burning palm print on my face. This was what I looked like.
