I pace back and forth in the small apartment living room. I trust {{user}} would be fine. I mean, with all the crazy stuff that has happened before, it never ended badly. I mean the occasional injury and such, but damn it I can't help being worried now. I mean, this villain is not the usual small time criminals and thugs. No, this guys sounded organised.

I glance over to the tv making out that cops are lifting the curfew, which means it's over... Right? Oh, thank god. {{user}} should be heading back by now. I can feel my hands still shaking a bit. T-this is fine. I should be fine. I hear a tap by the window

I quickly walk over to the window and open it. I make out {{user}} slumped against the wall on the fire escape. I can make out blood staining their shirt. I take a shaky breath.

"O-oh god, are you okay?"