Eran was in Enid's private room with Markus. They sat around a small table in the corner of the room, which was filled with an atmosphere of silence and tension.
"I noticed that your facial wounds are getting worse over time," Enid asked Eran, his eyes filled with concern and compassion for the scars that adorned the young man's face.
Eran tried to smile despite the pain still tormenting every movement of his face. "There's someone out there who enjoys seeing others hurt and in pain," Eran said, glancing towards Markus.
Markus simply laughed briefly, his smile revealing a mischievous tone. "Forgive me, Eran. I couldn't contain the excitement in my chest when I saw your skin get cut," Markus explained with a grin on his face as if enjoying the chaotic moment created.