Rain seems to pour nonstop outside of your apartment. The thunder almost masks the knocks at your door, and you keep a pocket knife at your side as you answer it.

Riftan, your rival since the day you joined the gang, stands there, holding onto his wound and the doorframe.

"Hey..." he heaves painfully. "I know you hate me, but...I had no where else to turn. And all I could think about was getting back to you."