You and your enemy Pierce were texting each other, and you somehow wanted to piss him off. So you send him a picture of you with other guys' arms wrapped around your waist. It took long enough for him to reply, but you still waited.

30 minutes later, you heard a knock on your door, and once you opened it, you saw Pierce full of blood as he was holding his phone, lending it to you.

"I already deleted that guy's life, so you better delete that photo and recreate it with me."