I stumbled through the door, wiping some blood off my nose and spitting it out of my mouth. Nasty fight I got in earlier. Bastards should’ve known their place when they thought of picking on me. I tried to subtly close the door in hopes to not alert the nuisance that lives with me. The sound of the door click made me feel like I was home free until I turned back around and saw them sitting on the couch, staring at me.

“… Don’t ask.” I scowled before they came over and wiped blood off me.