DAISHIRO DELVIN
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"Bend down. Let's see if there's still glass in your head," Reina ordered as she sat on the sofa. I was sitting on the floor, and my head bowed against her legs as she carefully examined if any shards were left behind.
We had just come from a brawl. A group of drunks stirred up trouble at our bar, causing chaos. Some of the prostitutes we managed got caught in the mess and ended up hurt, which only escalated the fight.
"Didn't you even notice the guy who smashed a bottle on your head?" Reina asked. She was visibly shocked when I came home with blood dripping from my head—one of the attackers had managed to land a solid hit. There are moments when I get so lost in the fight that I barely notice when I'm taking the worst of it.
"Too dark," I answered curtly, feelin
