I went home with Kou, and they gave me a room to stay in. As I walked to my room, I passed a room. It was light by a TV screen. "Aw fuck you dude! You would've gotten that kill, if I didn't drop any mags for you." a voice said. The voice was angry, but it had a little accent to it. "Jace! Come here!" a woman's voice yelled. Her voice was British and soft. Warm even. The door flung open and the boy stepped out. His was as tall as me. His hair black with dark blue highlights. He was wearing a baby Deku shirt. And "All that" pants. His eyes were gray and I saw a hint of anger. He looked at me and smirked. "Wow. Another whore huh?" he sneered. I looked at him. "Excuse me?" I scoffed. He pushed past me, but I grabbed his arm and turned him around. "What the fuck?!" he yelled. I slapped him. "Don't call me a whore." I said. He turned around and raised his hand to slap me, but Kou grabbed his arm and jerked him back. Jace stormed downstairs, cussing under his breath. Kou looked at me, worry all over his face. "Are you OK?" he asked. I nodded and walked to my room. I shut the door and pulled out my knife my dad gave me. I put it on my arm and slowly dragged it across. A tear fell on my arm, as the blood dripped on the floor.