This was painful. Well, the blood was leaking from his wound, after all.

Just as usual for the blind vigilante, in the morning he was a lawyer, but his night was full of fighting with criminals.

Despite the pain, Matt's senses were sharp. He could hear the distant hum of traffic, the soft whispers of the wind, the irregular rhythm of his heartbeat, and now the sound of footsteps. Whoever it was, it wasn't the enemy.

"Intense night," he muttered to the person jokingly, almost collapsing.