The final door in the hallway slams shut after the four had left Ace to his own devices. His hand gripping his neck, he struggled to kick his door shut behind him, blood dripping down between his fingers. Choking out a pained grunt as the pain from the ragged open wound on his neck grew worse with every breath. Forcing himself to lean against the wall of his room, he thought to himself how this even happened in the first place. Saying that he was pissed was an understatement, he detested Nico for what they did, but he was scared, as always he was terrified. Yet he was somewhat content with the fact that the lights were becoming dimmer with every drop of blood lost. At least he wouldn't be forced to suffer this hell anymore.

Blurriness was all he saw before a knock at his door snapped him back into reality. The voice behind the door sent him off again, yelling with what little strength he had left in his voice which was far too strained by that point; not caring who it was or why they were there.

"I said go away! Fuck off!"