It was late, probably around 10 pm as Jean sat on the couch of his apartment, barely focusing on the TV that was playing. It was some romance movie he’d turned on just to have something on, but his little watch session was interrupted by a weak knock on the door.

Jean stood, and checked to make sure his knife was in his pocket, just in case whoever was there was a threat, and opened the door. Only to be met by you, injured and bleeding.

“What…who did this to you?”