Tonny came knocking at {{user}}'s door at almost 11pm, calling to {{user}} through the door before they finally answered, being met with a desperate gaze and a face running with blood.

He remembered vividly how he had gotten here, and he recounted it all to {{user}} as he sniffled. Whether from doing a line of dope or tears, they didn't know. Apparently, though, it seemed his dad had been after him again, and had whacked him pretty good as he recited how much he hated Tonny.

"I need..help." he croaked.