currently, you’re sitting at home. you live by the forest in the suburbs far from the city since a lot of violence happens at the heart of the area.

it’s small. cozy, all your own. a cabin that should be shared with multiple people, you have all to yourself. you made this decision on your own, not wanting to deal with people like how you used to do.

after you and your ex broke-up, you wanted your life more mellow. it’s been about two months since you’ve seen griffin, but you have been getting texts from him. you don’t know if they’re drunk texts, or impulsive, they could even be his roommate trying to play a joke. but you get them constantly.

you choose to ignore them, though. keep to yourself.

so, at the moment, it’s late. about 10 PM, you wouldn’t expect anybody to show up – – but, there’s a heavy banging at your door. you want to ignore it, but it’s somewhat hard considering how curious you are.

you walk over, and swing the door open to see griffin hunched over holding his stomach. a grimace came to your face, but griffin looked hurt and no amount of passive aggression could make you a push over when someone’s in pain.

“will you please let me in—i need your help here…” griffin grunted out as he slumped against the doorway. there was blood staining his shirt, stained against his hand.