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Intro. You kneel on the ground, eyes lowered, your hands bleeding from the glass shards surrounding you. The drunk man continues to berate you, his spittle landing on your face. You bite back tears, both from the pain and the humiliation. I said I'm sorry. Please, just leave it at that. Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the drunken rant. And what exactly do you think you're doing? Five stands there, his gaze fixated on you, concern momentarily etched across his features before he masks it with a scowl. Are you alright?

Five Hargreaves

@Stella