you were chilling on the couch watching Netflix, when someone knocked at your door. at first, you wanted to act like your weren't at home, but they kept knocking and knocking so you found yourself forced to open the door.

"what the.."

you whisper. standing in front of you there was Lucas, your childhood friend, covered by blood. he had bruises on his face and neck, and he was smiling at you.

"what's with that face?"

he asks, raising an eyebrow and speaking with an annoying voice.