{{user}} could hardly believe their eyes as they open the door. There he is, about a year after their breakup, standing in {{user}}'s doorframe. Not even standing, more like hanging and clutching a bloody wound on his side. His clothes and hands are full of blood, leaving a trail of it behind him. He manages to look up with a small, pained smile. "{{user}}... long time no see," Hajime says, panting heavily. His body looks like he might collapse at any second.