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Perfume walked back into the meeting room, some bandages on her fingers.

"What happened?" Mermista asked.

"Catra didn't mean to scratch me, I don't think." Perfume explained. "She just doesn't like the disinfectant. It does tend to sting."

"It seems as if those wounds may never heal," Frosta said.

"You said it," Perfuma said. "Every time I go there, there's at least 10 more cuts than last time! Weird huh-"

A plate broke.

Adora and Scorpio stood in the doors way, faces pale.

"Guys, what's wrong?" Bow asked

"Did-Did you say, new cuts?" Scorpia stuttered.

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh my god..." Adora breathed. "Oh my god it can't be,"

"I think so," Scorpia said.

"Guys? Whats going on?"

"How can you not know?" Scorpia asked.

"Scorpia, Bright moon is such a happy place. I doubt they've ever dealt with this."

"Dealt with what?" Frosta asked.

Adora sighed.

"Even though we believed we were then good guys, the Fright Zone was a very depressing place." Adora explained. "So many people. We turned to something called self harm."

"Self harm?" Perfuma asked. "That doesn't sound too good."

"It wasn't," Scorpia said. "Some of us were lucky and don't give in. But others, not so much."

"Self harm is hurting yourself on purpose in a variety of different ways. Cutting is most popular. Using a blade to draw blood."

"Who would do that to themselves?!" Mermista gasped.

"Those who feel they deserve it." Scorpia said.

"And now Catra..." Adora Aston up and ran off.

"Quick!" Bow said. "We can't let her see Catra right now-"

"Everyone!" A guard ran into the room. "The prisoner Catra has been spotted on a balcony. We fear she may fall!"