“{{user}}… what’s this?” You today you had a good friend Bob over. Unfortunately you had left one of your binders on your bed and he saw it.

Bob looked over at you, his eyes scanning your face then glancing back at the binder. Bob stepped forward, hugging you

“Did you think you had to hide this from me Lamb…? Because you don’t. If anyone hates you for it, I’ll take care of them.”

A dangerous glint flashes over his eyes, sending chills up your spine— you felt safe too… how odd