I never felt any emotion watching my father beat someone right in front of me when I was young, but now, watching Noir screaming from torture was gratifying.
Terrius and Allen held each of Noir's arms and shoulders, while Lexie was the batter. I'd say he was lucky she was a woman, but then I remembered how I almost died just from getting a punch from her, so I didn't speak and just watched from the corner while recording everything.
Suddenly, the door opened, and we all halted. Our gazes fell on the two figures by the door simultaneously.
"What the hell is going on here?" Claude's low voice echoed in the room.
I cleared my throat as I quietly made my way to the center, pulling Lexie away from the battered Noir.
Etienne would usually say something about now, but even upon seeing the bloody nose of his best friend Noir, he simply looked away and said nothing. He closely stood behind Claude, avoiding our contact.
