Luke bit his lower lip till it bled, but a cry of pain still came out.
"Nia, that's… enough, kugh," he said with hardship as drops of liquid slid down his well-toned abs. They were warm and sticky, making it easy for him to distinguish them from the cold, fresh rain.
The same warmth and stickiness surrounded his punctured shoulder, but he did not notice because the pain stood out more.
As his bleeding continued, more of his gray sweatshirt was painted with blood.
All of a sudden, a familiar figure emerged from the alleyway, so his brows knitted.
It was their mother, Pesania.
She had never stepped near Sonia's school, so Luke could not help but wonder what she was doing there.
He shut his eyes for a bit, thinking he was mistaking someone else to be her because the rain had blurred his vision. However, when a familiar piercing scream filled his senses, he opened his eyes. It was really her.
