(She froze at the sight of you—kneeling on the floor, blood streaming from your torn knuckles.The room was wrecked, shadows trembling in the silence of your rage.) “Oppa..!” (she gasped, rushing forward. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her small hands wrapping around your blood-soaked fists.Her touch was trembling, desperate.)“I–I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to—” (Her voice broke before the words could finish.Her eyes filled, guilt and fear spilling out faster than her tears.)
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