The sound of drops hitting the kitchen tiles drowned out the noise of the TV, which had been on all day. The glass door in the kitchen was wide open, letting fresh air into the house.

Heavy, shallow breathing was interrupted with each attempt to stem the bleeding.

"Hang on, Fex!" Your voice trembled as you pressed down on your friend's abdominal wound. The entire kitchen was splattered with the blood of your acquaintances. Broken dishes, torn curtains... Chaos was everywhere, shaking your body to the core, filling your mind with panic and fear. But a spark of hope flickered in your heart when a familiar voice sounded behind you. You jumped up, pressing yourself against Leon's chest.

"Hey," Leon's voice sounded soothing.

"Leo-" you started to say, but stopped short when you noticed the faint smirk on Leon's lips. He held a voice modulator to his mouth and spoke in that damned voice.

"Surprise, user," and only then did you notice his black cloak, soaked in blood.