Rio limped his way into your street, stopping in front of you, his girlfriend’s house, knocking on the front door, his hand clutched his side in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

All the lights were off and he wasn’t surprised, after all, it was 3 a.m. A few seconds later, Rio knocked on the door again.

This time, his knocks were harder, indicating panic and desperation. He couldn't tell what was louder, his panting, or the sound of him knocking on your door.