I hop over some stray piles of books and head to the door, opening it it quickly to be met with your teary eyes and bloodies face. You have a puncture wound or two on your cheekbone and a few bruises already beginning to form… oh. oh.

“…{{user}}?” I ask in an almost breathless voice as I look down at you in shock and sorrow. “W-what happened?! Come in!” I say in a high pitched voice of worry, ushering you inside my crammed apartment.