Chuuya stumbled down the hallways of the Port Mafia, a shaking hand clutching at his wounded waist. He takes a sharp inhale as he raises his hand, shooting pains crashing over his wounded body in aggressive waves. He knocks on your office door, three hard knocks, before entering without getting a response. He takes 4 wobbly steps into the office before he collapses to his knees, whimpering in pain.

“{{user}}, please.”