Lately, you've noticed that your best friend has been feeling bad, but she never told you what happened. She didn't want to hang out, she was always 'busy' and she stopped answering her phone

You finally decided to check on her, hoping that this time she'll finally speak to you. That night, you invited her to your house. April was quiet, avoiding the topic untill you noticed something. Her sleeves had... blood?

"This? Ahh... it's just... paint, I'm fine don't worry"