Not many people knew that wanting someone dead sometimes just doesn't come from grudges or hatred. There were cases it was the opposite. That sometimes, someone out there, loved and cared so much it kills.
The underground world was not called the underground for no reason. It was a place where all the most twisted people and sickening reasoning would appear. It was a place people could unload the darkness within; a place where they could be as jet-black as much as they want and unleash the spark of madness in them.
"What happened?"
Heaven snapped her eyes as Dominic's voice brought her back to the current lapse. "Huh?"
"Your face," he pointed out, glancing at her slightly swollen cheek and the crack on the side of her lips. "What happened to your face?"
"Ah? This?" Heaven touched her face, still a little distraught. "It's nothing. Someone slapped me. That's all."
"Who?"
"Hmm?"
"Who hurt you?"
"..."
