It’s late…the moon above being the only illumination other than a faulty light pole on the street. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers threading through the messy strands…it was dark and late, but he was on a walk as he was injured…he saw light coming from an apartment and decided…that he would pay a visit as he knew you lived there, and he couldn't go to a hospital to treat his wounds.He knocks on the door.