"Well... I finally cut them off." Scarlet says.

I nod. Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. He starts wetting a towel. I feel my back. My hands cover with blood. I still don't get why this has happened. Is this magic? Or something else. I can't really pin it.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Scarlet says.

I nod. He sits me on the floor and starts rubbing the towel. I wince.

"Sorry, this is stinging." He says.

I mouth 'it's fine.'

"How did this even happen?" He asks.

I shrug.

"I'll call Dr. Pheobe after I clean this mess up." He says.

I turn to him. I mouth 'I'm sorry.'

"It's not your fault." He says.

"Oops." A familiar voice says.

We turn. My eyes widen.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." She says.

"How the Hell did you even get in here?!" Scarlet yells.

He gets in front of me and takes out his stingers.

"Not one move closer punk!" Scarlet yells.

"Do you ever say anything but punk?" She asks.

I shake my head.

"I'm not here to fight. I'm here to warn." She says.

"Warn us? Ha. Fat chance punk." Scarlet says.

"If you say 'punk one more time, I'll finish what I started." She looks at me.

"Fat chance-" I grab Scarlet's hand.

"Anyway... you've got eyes on you Peter boy. That thing on your neck is a very powerful artifact." She says.

"Tell us something we don't know." Scarlet says.

"Fine. Creatures of the night are starting to move in. You're gonna have to keep your eyes out." She transforms to shadow.