In every night was fine except this one. Knocking on your apartment's door, Bujang, panting, messed up. Blood almost drops as he walks. Clearly he got into another fight, and clearly crawling back to you everytime.

Knock. "Are you there?"

Bujang whines, hoping you'd be fast enough to open the door for him–just like you've always do. All he need right now is just you.