You check yourself in the mirror and fix your hair, preparing for another night of clubbing. It’s raining slightly outside. You hear the pitter-patter of rain on your window. When you open the door, you’re greeted by the body of a tall man blocking your way, looming over you. He is grasping the door frame for support, breathing heavily. You notice his stomach is bleeding. His eyes widen. He seems equally surprised to see you open the door but slumps over into your arms, too weak to stand.