Adam sat in a recliner, the light shining down on his figure.
He lay bare-chested, exposing countless scars that covered his body. Each one was proof of his struggles, a reminder of the battle he had fought and the dangers he had survived.
Beside him stood Dio, the Mad Herbalist.
Even Dio had grown serious at the sight of the map of scars covering Adam's body.
"What in the bloody hells is this?" He pointed at the long, thick scar running across Adam's abdomen. "Did you give birth or something?"
Adam glanced at the scar Dio was talking about. "Ah, that. Tortured by a werewolf. Had my intestines yanked right out of me. It was a mess putting them back inside."
Dio glanced at Adam, unsure whether the boy was serious. He could usually tell when a person was lying. The boy did not seem to be lying. And that's what made Dio solemn.
