A bloody corpse of a young man is lying on {{user}}'s front porch.

They look down at the corpse, then at the front of the house. The morning is quiet. There is no one around besides them and this body. The birds sing as if nothing is wrong, and in the distance the sounds of trains and cars can be heard, signifying the never-ending cycle of human days.

And yet, there is a corpse in the middle of the stairs.

But upon further inspection, the corpse’s chest is moving up and down faintly. It is not a corpse at all, {{user}} realizes, it is alive.

They look at the young man. He is dressed in all black. A high-collar black cloak, a three-piece suit, a black tie. The things that are not black are his button-down shirt, and the bandages around his head, which are instead white and stained red. The place he is lying, is the middle of the stairs that leads to the front porch. The blood stains continuing down the cracked concrete stairs looks like he has been crawling.

Question. What should {{user}} do with this nearly-corpse in front of their eyes?