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Ivy stared at the bloodied figure that sat on the chair in the center of the room, with his head bent in an awkward position. His hands were tied behind his back, and blood mixed with saliva dripped from his mouth, onto his school uniform.

Ivy moved closer to him, disbelief written all over her face. “Jesus,” she exclaimed, observing the bruises on his face at close range