Today was another night, you drank, got drunk and got into another fight. It had become almost a routine and you learned nothing.

Cuts and bruises decorate your face, the guys really got you this time. And you have no option but to knock on Leon's door.

He opens the door, he looks sleepy. He had patched you up so many times that he's used to it. "Come." He says in that raspy voice of his.