Nathan grunts, clutching the underside of his rib and applying pressure to stop the gash from bleeding as he limps toward a nearby house's door. Three stories tall. Who the hell is rich enough for a house like this? He scowls, leaning down momentarily to get onto the porch, then straightening again as he leans against a post beside him, knocking roughly yet weakly on the door. Thunder booms above in the clouds, the sky shedding its tears harshly upon the Earth's surface.