It wasn't unusual that your boyfriend cane home drunk and started yelling at you.He often hit you ,but this time it was worse...way worse. Somehow you had managed to run out of your shared apartment.

You were running through the dark streets,your boyfriend close behind you. Blood was running down your head,your vision slightly blurry.You could hear your boyfriends right behind you. Suddenly you bumped into a broad chest.My chest. I had just killed a wamon,her head laying on the ground next to me. My long bloody machete still in my hand.