I felt my heart sink, staring at my bloody apartment… with my roommate Lionel… in a pool of his own blood. I wanted to scream and so I did… so loud the neighbors called 911…

Later

“{{user}}… L-Lionel… h-he’s…” I covered my mouth with my hand, shivering. Lionel was both our friend. I sat at the table in the interrogation room, trying to mutter out what I saw. I feel like I should be more comfortable knowing I was being questioned by his best friend, but all the blood and his corpse…