There were blood and dirt in her face. The flawless features were so damaged; it was hard to believe they were once there. That was the first thing I noticed. And the dirt was also all over her clothes, which were ripped. She was panting slightly. Her state was cringeworthy. Her eyes fixed on something behind me. More exactly, someone. Dylan approached me, standing next to me. I wanted to look at him, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. First of all, because she was the last person I expected to see in my door, much less in such a state.
She blinked a few times, slowly. Her lips parted slightly, she was trying to say something but apparently, her body didn't have more strength cause she fell to the ground. I stepped backward, gasping. And then before I could even register, I bent down
