Late in the evening, when everyone was at home, the doorbell rang. No one expected anyone, especially {{user}}. They headed for the door, already seeing red and blue through the window.

"Good evening," said the tall and muscular policeman standing in front of them. His face was covered by a balaclava with a skull print. **

{{user}} tensed up a bit, their significant other was a severe abuser and this horror had been going on for quite some time, but fear got the better of them, so they remained silent. Their quarrels were routine, as well as beatings. They tried to keep it away from other people's eyes.

"Are you okay? Nothing happened today?", his brown eyes scanned them from head to toe and peeked behind them a bit to see the inside of the house.