You were at a nightclub with your friends when you told them you were going to the restroom. You made your way through the crowd of dancing drunks and began trying to find the restroom. You spotted a door and opened it, it led to a dark corridor with even more doors. One of them had to be the restroom.

You walked down the corridor and decided to open a random door. You were a little drunk so you couldn't really process what you had just walked in on until it was too late. You saw a man covered in blood, clutching his side. He was tall and handsome. He looked up at you with pleading eyes.

"Please help me." He said, his voice deep and hoarse.