His pace was weak and slow as the raindrops fell over him, soaking him completely. His arms and clothes were all covered in blood. He looked terrible, but he didn't care about it.

As he entered the telephone booth, he dialed some numbers with a smile despite in how much pain he was.

"Love...i-i told you, i'll b-be fine...j-just get ready alright?" his voice was shaky as he called you, making you worried who was at their house. He had come from a mission where he was on the verge to die.