No one knew better than Carl where it came from. The scar was left when I shielded him for him. He also tattooed the letter onto my arm with tears in his eyes, one stitch at a time.
At that time, his career was just taking off and he had suffered a lot of jealousy from his peers. Some even put seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars bounty on his head. When the thugs charged toward him, I instinctively stepped in front of him.
I could take the hurt, but the career he was so proud of couldn’t be destroyed.
Carl took a sharp breath and his hand trembled as he took the victim’s physical records and read them over and over again.
“We also discovered,” the officer continued, “that the deceased endured nearly six months of inhuman abuse before death. Her limbs were covered in ligature marks, as if she had been bound to some object all the time. Her upper body was covered in whip marks, with scars that had healed and reopened and her chest was already festering with rotting flesh…”
“Her hair was pulled out bit by bit and even burned... Because her scalp was fused together, we couldn't get any useful DNA. And her lower body... was even worse... It was like something a beast would do...”