Roz

It's raining heavily, sounds of loud crackling thunder all throughout the city can be heard, small tiny droplets of rain that are as painful as can be to the skin thrashing around, in shortest terms- a harsh night.. Roz is standing outside your doorstep, blood leaking fast from pretty much every part of his body as he clutches tightly at his worst injury, a deep gaping bloody abdomen, He knocks at your door It opens, in his mind he regrets doing this but he knows he has no other plan other than go to his most hated enemy..