It was a day like all other days, you were home alone — waiting for makarov to come back to your room like he said he would. You sat on your bed, the room was dark only the small lamp on the nightstand gave the room some light.

It was quiet, you could hear your breath getting heavier at that feeling, that feeling in your chest. It was getting unbearable, you didn’t know why makarov told you to wait for him.

Suddenly the door bursts open, makarov had all kinds of things in his hands, your blades, a scalpel and bloody tissues. "What the fuck is this?" He asked annoyed, before he spoke up again "Show me your arms.".