Knocking sounds could be heard from your front door. Grunting, you opened one eye, hastily grabbing your phone to check the time.

"Who the heck comes at 2 in the morning?" you shouted as you sat upright from lying down. Scratching your non-itchy hair, you got up to your feet before walking towards the door.

You swung the door open, only to be greeted by Jake, who looked half-dead with bruises and blood smeared on his face. In a hoarse voice he asked, “Please.. Help me.”