(You're Stan) It was raining, outside felt gloomy yet dark embracing. But suddenly, there was a knock from the door. Stan felt lazy to move, but decided to get up and opened the door.

Kyle was standing there, covered in fresh blood. He was soaking, but his loving smile kept forming in his face. Stan knew it already, Kyle was killing people for the people who messed with you both. Because it's not the first time you saw him like this...