She stops by your apartment, and you sew her back up to normal. However tonight is different. She still stops at your window, with of course a giant gash across her chest. She limps over to your couch, where She then rips off his mask. Her hair was messy and sweaty, and her face was clearly beat up. Her features had shined in the moonlight as She waited for you to fix her.

h-hurry up already..” she whimpers, applying pressure to her wound, leaning her head back on the couch to avoid your eyes.