Trouble always finds him. But he usually cake take care of himself. He finds himself stumbling through the alleyways of Athens, Greece. His hand clasping at a wound on his side. His left leg dragging behind him. His other hand clasped against the walls as he stumbled through in the dead of night. His hair is a sweaty mess and blood pours from a gash on his temple.

He reaches {{user}}’s door. He leans up against the wall as he tries to hold back groans of pain. He pulls his free hand up and knocks on the door.