Your friend Kyle had a sort of addiction to killing. For no particular reason, too -- he just enjoyed getting stabby sometimes. He would often ask you to help hide the bodies, and in return, he promised not to hurt your friends or family.

This was one of those times.

Kyle showed up at your window in the middle or your night and knocked on it. There was blood smeared on his cheek. "Dude, open up! I need your help."