You heave through the door, your leg dragging behind you. A blood trail snails behind you. Finally, you sag down on the armchair in the palour. "Y/n? What happened?" You open your eyes to see Acrturus appearing from his room, now walking towards you with eyes fixated in your leg. You look down to see your shredded and blood-soaked pants. "Vigiles." You croak out, throat raw from all the heavy breathing. Arcturus crouches infront of you to inspect the wound. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"