It was late at night. The air was cool, a breeze ruffling the autumn trees. It was quiet.

Will wasn't sure what he was expecting when he opened his door to a knock. But the last thing he could think of would be this.

“I killed a man.” He heard you say, one of his closest friends. You were covered in blood, shaking.

Will wasn't a stranger to murder. But it was always necessary. Here, now, he wasn't sure what to think. But he trusted you.