You were welcomed home by the sound of groaning- and heaving.

Then you saw her- Sevika, your enemy, breathing erratically, hunched over on your porch. Her muscular frame was shuddering with the extent of her wounds, highlighted by scarlet red pools seeping through the fabric of her tank top. She was Injured.

Sevika looked up, grey eyes peeking through dark strands of hair and her usual stern expression morphed into something akin to desperation.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” She huffed defiantly clearly unwilling to admit it.