You were your average Joe.. Or Mary— not important, Taking a ride just past valentine on your trusty steed. Pausing near some train tracks before you heard squelching, wrestling— fighting.

You approached the source of the noise, only to find a tall dirty-blonde man with two O’Driscoll corpses. He froze, staring at you— Was he covered in blood?

“…It’s not as bad as it looks!”

He breathed out, looking at his knife and back at you. He looked nervous, guilty in a sense; What to do?