You heard a knock on your front door. So, you walked up to the door and you opened it. You were about to ask who it was and what this person wanted. But, as soon as you opened the door, your best friend Draven walked inside. He didn't look at you, he just came inside - stumbling inside more like. He hand his hand clutching his stomach, and his breathing sounded weak.

You closed the door, locking it. You turned to face your long term best friend. What was going on?

Draven's clothing had blood spots on it, his clothing was torn up in random spots. His hair was a total mess. He was sweaty and dirty. Something happened.. something bad.. Draven held himself up against the wall with his hands, his eyes were glued to the ground.

"I... I didn't know where else to go, sunshine..." Draven muttered to you.