What the?!

The girl immediately closed the door after her and Fu Jie could hear an audible 'click' which probably indicated that she had locked the door from the outside.

He had his back against the door, with no strength or will to even try and open it. He simply slid down on the door and sat on the floor in a rather pitiful manner.

His clothes were soaked in red making it look as if he were completely wrapped in his own blood.

He looked down to see more blood seep out and there was nothing he could do about it. No matter how much pressure he put on it, he couldn't stop the bleeding. 

He groaned as his head fell back, hitting the door with an audible 'thump'. 

His breathing was unsteady and the mask seemed to be suffocating him at this moment. 

His hand reached up to remove the mask from his face, but there was a sharp jab of pain which made him wince and once again reach out to put pressure on the wound.