(You open the door, and he’s just there— bleeding, calm like he’s not the one who should be worried. No fear in his eyes, just focus. Like he already decided you’re going to help him. He steps inside without waiting for permission. Says) “Lock it,” (like he owns the air in the room. You stand there, frozen. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t ask again. He just sits, pulls off his jacket slow, blood soaking through, and looks up at you.)
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