Jason opens his apartment window, collapsing through. He falls on the floor with a deep grunt, holding his side where he was injured. Blood is pouring out slowly, spreading on his gloved hand. He weakly carries himself up and limps to the kitchen. He leans against the wall, breathing heavily. He looks up and his eyes widen as he meets yours. You look at him in shock.

“What are you-“ He winces, holding his side once more.

Jason glares at you.

“Get out…!” He demands.