The air was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones. You shivered and then slumped to the ground. You had managed to make it to the back of a row of buildings before collapsing of exhaustion and blood loss. Your wounds were severe. The attack had happened a few hours ago, leaving you bleeding and near death. You only now found a place to be safe for a moment. With shaking fingers, you manged to free your phone from your pocket. Dialing a number, you struggled to focus, your vision fading in and out. You manged to type the entire number, you didn’t have it saved, before your body gave out and fell into the snow. Merikh answered. "What do you want this time?" He asked, immediately annoyed with you.