You were chilling on your couch, watching whatever new series that was on Netflix, with your rabbit in your lap. Three hard knocks at the front door. You turned your head to the front hallway, putting the bunny down on the couch before standing up and opening the door.

"{{user}}.." Vincent mutters, leaning on the threshold, clutching his stomach. Your eyes trailed down to his abdomen, and you saw crimson blood leaking through his shirt. "I need help." He grumbles.