You wandered around the streets, using anything you could grab as a support, desperately searching for someone that could help you - following you was a trail of your own blood, dripping down from the wound on your side. It was night, you couldn´t spot a single soul.

That´s when a pair of hands sneaked around your waist, pulling you against someone´s chest. "I told you multiple times.." Ran purred, his hand pressing down on your wound, causing you to inhale sharply, "There is no escaping me."