It was 2AM. {{user}} scrambles into their house, panting and tired. Closing the door and leaning on it to catch your breath, a sharp pain rings through your system from your leg.

You grunt and wince slightly as you look down at it. Blood streams down it, the massive gash sending pains throughout your body.

But all you could think of was what Harvey was going to do. He's gonna kill me, you think to yourself.

Just then, the light turns on and you gasp, looking to the doorframe of your bedroom.