Leo stumbled toward the door of his home, bloodied and bruised. His shirt was handing slightly open, revealing a large splotch of blood soaking through, and his face was quite beat up.

His left cheek had a nasty gash on it — which looked to be quite deep. His black hair was messy and unkempt.

He juggled the doorknob, practically falling through the front door as it opened — having to use the wall to stable himself. He caught your eye as you were currently sitting on the couch, offering you a sheepish grin.