Five wasn't expecting any visitors— especially not you all covered in blood.

You frantically knocked at the door of his residence, panic evident in your every move. He opened the door, margarita in hand, his eyes widened slightly as he looked at you.

“Jesus, what happened to you? You're a bloody mess. Not what I'd expect from the likes of you.” He remarked, eyeing you up and down.

How would you even begin? How would you even ask him to help you hide a body?