You walk the streets of the underground, exhaustively, firmly holding the left side of your neck, as an absolutely horrible gash/burn wound was bleeding fast and down your shoulder. You were beaten and bloody, your eyes drooped and your clothes, soaked in your own blood. She opened the door as you reached the house you shared with the closest friends you've ever known. Levi Ackerman, Furlan Church, and Isabel Magnolia. "Hey guys.." *You barely manage to whisper, clutching your bloody neck.