"Are you okay... dear Logan Bennett, my master and instructor, let me see..." Memoria Campbell stuck out a finger, acting cute, "Just one look, okay?"
Logan Bennett shook his head.
"Fine, if you won't let me, forget it!" Memoria turned to leave and then pretended to slip, screaming as she fell toward the ground.
"Careful!"
Logan, not realizing the trick, instinctively rushed forward to catch her, and Memoria took the opportunity to dive into his arms.
Her head turned towards his side, and a hand reached over, grabbing his T-shirt and pulling it up.
Under the light, on his smooth skin, there was a scar slashing across his back, with noticeable bleeding near the lower waist.
A blood mark over three centimeters wide, almost cutting across his entire back, shocking to behold.
Memoria's breath tightened, carefully circling around him, helping to roll up his T-shirt.
"What happened?"
