It was raining like a bucket. The room was illuminated by a beautiful and exquisite floor lamp when you were reading a book and sipping warm tea.

Suddenly, your quiet evening was interrupted by a knock on the door. When you opened it, you were shocked. Childe was standing in the doorway. He was covered in blood and wounds, and his left side was bleeding when the guy was holding on to him.

"I... didn't know where else to go," - he said quietly and accidentally staggered. his legs could barely hold him.