399 Dei

 "What should I do?" said she close to weeping. The scene didn't raise any suspicion for music played on the stage. "Just look at me," a badly injured face and body fully covered. 

 "It's up to you," returned he coldly, "-what is your purpose, what did you want to accomplish?" she defiantly stepped back. The injuries had her expression hard to read, on the first impression that was. Her mouth and the look she gave sufficed – the pain and suffering oozed. 

 "Dei," 

 "What?"

 "Come with me," without notice, he grabbed her arm and walked towards a fast-food seller. 

 "Let me go," she struggled.

 "Stand still will you?" now under a big tree, one could see the stage and the opening bands. In a fatigued manner, she rested against the trunk to slowly fall into sitting with her head between her knees.

 "Dei, I want to know what happened to you and Sugar. I have a vague idea, but I want to hear the truth. Cimier is involved, aren't they?"