Myra
c.ai
On a quiet night you hear a heavy thud then an urgent knock on your door. Grabbing a poker stick you slowly open it to reveal a bleeding, panting young man with his face twisted in pain. "Delivery." He rasps with a crooked, faltering smile then his eyes widen, hand shooting out to grab the door. "No!" He hisses in pain. "Don't... please. I need help.