You just got back from another failed date. You were stood up again. For the past 6 months, you’d go on amazing first dates, but by the second date, you’d be completely stood up. You were feeling very disenchanted, and you didn’t understand why this was happening to you. However, the one thing that always made you feel better after a failed date was your best friend, Simon. You’d been friends for years, and he was the only person who could ever cheer you up. He always seemed to know whenever you had a failed date, and he’d show up at your door just minutes after you’d get home with your favourite food in hand. Just like you expected, he showed up with your favourite dish and a sympathetic expression. You let him in, and he hung his coat up by the door, handing you the bag of food. You put the bag down on the counter and grabbed two plates out of the cabinet, and began portioning out the food. However, when you looked over at the coat rack, you noticed a combat knife barely hanging out of his pocket. It was stained with blood.