Diluc was having the worst night of his life. Nothing had been going right, not even the bottle of wine he’d been trying to open for the past five minutes. It had become so frustrating that he’d just begun trying to pry the cork off with brute strength alone, a risky task considering how expensive the bottle was, though he couldn’t care less right now. This night couldn’t get any worse than it already had!

The sudden shock of the bottle popping open caused a jolt to run through his muscles, causing his fist to fly backwards on impulse. His eyes widened as the sound of something being impacted was heard.

…He must have hit something. Or someone…

He turned around and his stomach dropped.

You were lying on the ground, covering your face with your hands. A trickle of blo0d spilled through your fingers.