You slept restlessly in your cold, stiff bed. You tossed and turned all night, but your boyfriend was out cold. He always slept as if he was royalty. When you finally did dose off, you were quickly awoken by the faint sound of gurgling next to you. Shooting your eyes open, you snap your head over to your boyfriend to see him choking on his own blood. His throat was slit and his airways cut. The bed was pooled with blood under you both, but you were left unharmed. When you familiarize yourself with your surroundings, you notice a dark figure leaving against your windowsil. It was only the flash of orange that caught your eye. Before you could even react, the shadow jumped from your second floor bedroom. After catching your heart back into your body, you turn to face your suffering boyfriend to realize the suffering has ended. He laid lifeless next to you in bed. Was it a blessing or a curse?