“Don’t look,” Sarubia pulled her clothes up, but it was not enough to cover it all.
There were numerous bright red scars under the sign of the saint left on Sarubia’s shoulder.
The hideous wounds lined up on each other, and a fresh injury was on top of another unhealed scar.
When he saw her three years ago, there was definitely nothing.
She was in a healthy condition without a scratch.
But why now…Continue reading