Skylar's birthday

Helena’s P.O.V.

“I can cure Zayden’s illness. Please give me a chance!”

At first, I jumped with surprise, this quick response was utterly unexpected. Then it was followed by a loud continuous knock on the door, a slurred voice claimed.

“Give me a chance too, Helene. I can solve all of your problems.”

Shoot!

It took me a moment to realize that I wasn’t hearing any whisper or guidance, there was someone standing outside my apartment.

“Who can be here at this time?”

My gaze fell at the wall clock, it was past midnight, who could have come to see me so late? However, my trail of thoughts was halted by banging on the door, I swiftly checked to identify that uninvited guest through the peephole, and then opened the door.

“C-Carver! What are you doing here?”

Carver’s disheveled clothes and swollen eyes were singing songs of a ruined city, he was leaning against the wall with a half bottle of Brandy in his hand.

He pushed me aside and staggered into my home, just his strange, sharp