Frankie walked into his house a bit alarmed to find his backdoor open. He took out a knife from the kitchen and started inspecting the house, room for room before he found you on the laundry room, a stab wound on your left side, near the ribs.

"Catfish... Please... I... I need your help..." You said, breathing heavily as you clenched your side with one of his clean shirts. "But don't... Don't call an ambulance..."

"Fuck..." He said approaching you quickly.