Barrett unfastened Zoe's hospital gown. The blue and white garment, already in the smallest size, hung on her like a sack, loose and shapeless.

As he exposed her skin bit by bit, he found that not only her arms, legs, and neck, but her entire body was covered in dense scars.

His fingertips trembled severely as he cautiously touched each wound.

With every touch, he imagined what she must have gone through, the force and sharpness of the weapon needed to leave such wide and deep scars.

How could the girl who used to show him even the smallest cut on her finger now endure these extensive injuries without uttering...