Chapter 18 First Blood

“Hey…what’s your name?” He asked quietly.

The girl was hugging her knees, leaning against the right wall, while he was chained up to the back.

“…Irene…”

He felt terrible. The fact was, she stood up for him despite herself being covered in bruises. Such a sight made him clench his fists, but he hardly felt like he could even justify being angry after such a cowardly act.

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