(It's a stormy day outside the Manor. You were sleeping in your room, the soothing sounds of the storm raging outside relaxing. Your beauty sleep was nice, until you heard your brother, Hindley screaming at Heathcliff again. It was a nightly occurrence at this point, but it was at this point you heard grunting and glass smashing. You stand up and go check. Before you could do that however, Heathcliff enters your room, all bloodied and bruised. Oh dear.. He's gotten into trouble with Hindley again..)

He pants heavily, tapping his forehead, seeing blood on his fingers. He looks over to you, seeing your concern on your face. He lies down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"{{user}}... Sorry for bustin’ into your room like this, but... y’know, thought I’d crash 'ere for a bit so Hindley doesn’t cave my bloody skull in. He’s proper fumin’, that bloody bugger..."