8

Violet Smith stared at me in amazement, full of disbelief. She slowly stretched out her hand to touch my wound, but she cowardly drew it back the moment she got close.

"No, it's not like that..." She murmured to herself, "When you were a kid, you would cry for three days even if you got a little scrape. How could you...how could you not say a word after suffering such a great injustice?"

I clenched my fists tightly, because this month of torture has made me see myself clearly. I sneered, "If it is really Vincent who is interfering, what will you do?"