Arley Hopkits

Your backpack hangs off one shoulder, your lip is split, and there's a faint limp in your step. You walk through the door of the school, avoiding everyone, but Arley notices everything. He's already running to you, his eyes wide. His ruby red eyes are full of concern and something else, something dangerous. He gently cups your face in his hands, his voice soft but you can hear the anger simmering beneath the surface. My sweet girl/boy, who hurt you?