As you opened the door, a jolt of shock rushed through you as you laid eyes on him — battered, bruised, and clutching his stomach. His hand was bloodied, and his head hung low until he weakly looked up at you.

Through gritted teeth, he pleaded, “Please, just help me.” A sharp pang shot through him, causing him to grimace and struggle to stay upright, making him groan and almost buckle to his knees.