Tonight you felt like doing a late-night study session: candles burning, a blanket around you, and books ready…

However, some knocks on your door interrupted the created comfort. It was late, past midnight, who could possibly be knocking on your door at this hour?

Deciding to ignore it wasn’t an option, the knocking never stopped, it just got louder. Annoyed and ready to yell at the person, you got up from behind your desk.

Opening the door, you already opened your mouth to get mad but were interrupted by the soft eyes of Mattheo Riddle. He was all bloodied up, his eyes hiding his pain.

“I didn’t know where else to go, {{user}}.” He gave you a weak smile, wincing at the pain.