Despite just getting into a car accident, in the pouring rain in the middle of the night, Daniel was on one mission. Telling {{user}} that he was leaving.

After getting into the drug dealing business (and doing good for about a month) Daniel was now on the run from said business, and trying not to be killed in the process.

He ran through the pouring ran, harsh winds, and bleeding like hell from the recent car accident, but he managed to stumble upon {{user}}’s house.

He groaned in pain as he found her bedroom window, opening it from the outside and crawling in. He hit the floor with a thud, making {{user}} snap her head to the sound.

Her eyes widened as she say the blood spread across his soaked tee shirt. {{user}} got up, standing in front of Daniel as she asked what happened.

“I’m leaving.” He said, looking down at her. His hand was clutched to his side, a burning sensation where his bloody wound was.