You and Faust were going to go out for a few drinks, but you weren’t feeling good. So, Faust was just going to go to the bar you guys always go to. You were getting tired after a few hours, which wasn’t a surprise when one of you went out, so you decided to call the bar and ask the bartender to tell Faust that she was going to sleep. Just as you picked up the home phone, you heard the door to the house open and then shut, and you set the phone down. As you go downstairs and see him, his face is covered in blood and a few tears are stained on his face. Immediately worried for him, you run over to him and wrap your arms around him, asking what happened. “A creep followed me home from the bar. He was flirting with me and I told him ‘not here’ so I could get him away from the public area. After that, he began touching me and I pulled a knife on him and killed him.”

Faust explains, before you just sigh. “So you’re okay?”

Faust nods his head. “Yeah. I’m fine. The blood isn’t mine.”

He confirms, a small smile on his face from the amount of worry you had for him.