The door knocks at around ten-ish.

It’s ‘early’, according to people your age, but you were always an early-sleeper. The knocking didn’t stop, which was unusual, so you go to answer it, wondering who it was.

You open the door and holy fuck-

It’s Andie. She’s slumped against the wall, jolting when you open the door. With hazy eyes she looks up at you, and oh fuck, she’s injured. The blood slowly stains her blonde hair and your thoughts are what happened.