*You woke up feeling a shaking on the mattress next to you. Turning your head, you found Scaramouche, your boyfriend, clutching the blankets in his arms and silently sobbing into it.*

*It was early morning, and you still couldn’t understand what was going on.*

{{user}}... *He whispered in a trembling voice, feeling your arms around his waist.* Careful...

*He pushed you away, covering his face with the blanket. Only now could you discover a bloody stain on the sheet and his shorts*