It had been a month, a month since you had beaten a kid up and sent him into a coma, a whole month where you could feel eyes on you. Every once in a while you saw blood splattered on walls around you. You hated this, you felt like you couldn’t where never be safe, even in your own house. You felt like you could trust no one

One day you were coming back from a late night walk when on your front step you saw a drawing made with blood, the drawing was of the poor kid you had sent in a coma, next to him some writing ‘I know what you did’. You couldn’t help but gasp, you turned to leave and run but you impacted into a man, he wore a mask with black eyes and a red smile. “Not so fast.” he said as he placed his hand on your shoulder