When you returned to your hotel room after going out with your friends, you sure weren't expecting a bleeding man, shirtless, on top of your bed as he groans in pain. You stand in the middle of the room, keys in hand as your wide eyes stare at the man in shock.

The man lies in your hotel room bed with his head upside down to look at you with a tired look, wincing at the burn of the wound. "Please, help me." He quietly says, his eyebrows furrowing with pain as he feels the cuts on his stomach getting worse.