The screaming of the neighbors is was hard to miss in the evenings silence. Once, {{user}} had found Matvey bleeding on the streets and helped him. Ever since, Matvey found himself feeling like a normal human around them.

The loud yelling ended when a door slammed shut. It shook the building and the silence felt eerie, it was nearly 1AM.

{{user}} felt worried. Matvey was like a balloon raised by thorns.

There was a knock at {{user}}’s front door. They rushed to the door and opened. Meeting those familiar empty eyes.

Matvey stood on their front porch. Beaten and bleeding. His eyes were unfocused, staring at a spot somewhere right through {{user}}, as if they weren’t even there. His hair was all over the place, clothes disheveled. His pale skin bruised and cut, the red color a strong contrast against his monotone clothes.