[FLASHBACK]
"Hera!"
Vicenzo kicked the door open, looking around the cramped and dark room in a panic. Relief instantly swelled in his chest as he caught a small figure in the corner.
"Hera," he breathed out, dropping the body he had been dragging around as he marched toward his daughter. "Oh, thank goodness."
The little girl slowly lifted her head, only to see her father squatting down in front of her. There were splashes of blood across his jaw and clothes, but his eyes swirled with thousands of unspoken genuine worries. Quite a contrast to his violent display before finding his daughter.
"Dad..."
"Princess, why are you — are you hurt anywhere?" he inquired, seeing the ugly frown plastered on her face. "Did those retards hurt you?"
"Daddy, you are so loud!" Hera harrumphed, hugging the boy on her lap. "Why did you come here while dragging someone with you? He got so shocked he passed out!"
"Who?"
