In a rainy night, you were walking while leaning over the walls, your other hand held a deep wound on your side of your body, you were losing too much blood.

"D-damn it." You complained, falling to the ground, you needed to get to a apartment, the apartment of the only person who could help her now. She got up to his stairs and pounded on the door aggressively. "Ah. . . Is there anything in?. . ."