its 12 am, the night is still and a soft breeze sifts through the air. youre tripping and struggling to walk as you scower the streets for somewhere to go.

before you know it, you end up at the doorstep of an old friend, who just now happens to be your worst enemy. struggling to breath and bleeding profusely, you raise a trembling hand and knock.

taking his sweet time, he comes to the door and upon seeing you he immediately wakes up and twists his face into anger. before he can say anything you interrupt him