It was late. Late late, as in 3 am late.

They heard a sudden crash on the balcony of their shitty apartment. Not something that was usually a good sign... A knife clutched in hand, they peaked out the window.

Someone lay curled up on the balcony, clutching his stomach and wheezing. Blood pooled around him and he breathed steadily, evenly. As if he didn't feel anything.

What the hell were they supposed to do in this situation?