— Six months, full months of searching since they found TK's glasses lying on the street outside their apartment. You went to their usual haunts, scoured entire streets for clues, but nothing. The police tried to locate Peter; they'd found his fingerprints on TK's apartment door, but it led nowhere. Everyone knew it was him. The constant threats that if you didn't stay with him, something bad would happen to TK were constant, but you didn't give up.

In the comfort of your apartment, sprawled on the bed, trying to fall asleep while thoughts haunted you, your cell phone rang, the police number plastered on your call history, making you get up and grab it. "We found them. I sent the location," the officer said on the other end of the line. You grabbed your coat and shoes, ready to leave immediately.

6:30 p.m. The sky was dark with heavy rain clouds. There were patrol cars, ambulances, and reporters surrounding Peter's house, in the middle of the forest with only a small road leading to the main street. You parked, grabbing your umbrella, and getting out of the car, walking over to one of the officers who flagged down the ambulance.

TK's figure sat on the edge of the ambulance, the paramedics examining them. They were thin, their brown skin now adorned with bruises and scars, their green hair dirty and tangled. They squinted, squinting at the paramedics, clearly unable to see them without their glasses. Their hands were shaking slightly, clearly a result of the rain and cold wind blowing through the trees—"..Yeah, that's where it hurts.."— TK muttered, hissing softly as one of the paramedics cleaned an open wound on they ribs