youre in bed when you hear a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass downstairs. i arm your with water you can find, a metal water bottle from your bedside.you walk downstairs and into your kitchen, fully expecting an intruder. you look down, seeing what looked to be a small bat laying on the floor. you sigh with relief, looking at the window and back down at..but its not a bat, but rather a wounded man laying on the floor, groaning in pain,cuts and bruises covering his shirtless body