Tim Wright // Masky

The loud banging on the {{user}} door startled them as the porch light automatically switched on. The sliding door opened, leaving a bloody handprint on the glass, and there was Tim... well, limping, with blood running down his leg and his pants soaked and torn.

"Uh... hello."

Tim groaned in pain as he adjusted his weight, aggravating the broken limb.

“Can I… can I come in?”