"What happened to you?" Evelyn's voice came behind Killian.
She grabbed his arm, looking at his bloodied face with concern. "Did someone beat you up? Show me who did it."
Her eyes aggressively scanned his shirt, and she noticed that unlike his trouser, he had less blood from the neck down. She adjusted her posture.
"Or did you get dragged across a floor of red substance? This smells like blood, though." She grimaced but didn't move away.
Killian lowered his head. He had hoped halfway through walking down the hallway to find a bathroom before meeting any of his friends.
After all, like everyone else, they'd be a little apprehensive about seeing a bloodied person randomly standing in an academy filled with teenagers. 'The only guilty one here is you.'
"Excuse me? You are not going to tell her I did it!"
'Would you hate it?' Killian smiled. 'You are fond of Evelyn, aren't you? Does she know you are a cunning entity who forced your vessel to go through so much pain?'
