He turned up on my doorstep. His clothes were torn string by string, a pool of blood forming at his shaky feet, and his breath was racing and unnatural. He was pale, too pale, and he was emotionally raw from some kind of accident.
"B-Bailey?" I stuttered, my hands seemingly finding their way to his torso as I tried to lift him off the unwelcoming, cold concrete ground. He began to pant feverishly, and my eyes bulged as a dark smoke rose from his body. "He doesn't deserve this, he doesn't deserve this," the unknown figure muttered darkly.905Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2eNQxClLm
Anxiety closed in around my throat, breathing became incredibly difficult. "Bailey! What do you mean?"905Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRk48IV6JoX
"Sorry, Alex," Bailey said, his voice breathy and weak.905Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjieLcp4xMW
