It was a nice morning, sun shining and all, barely any clouds in the sky. Will was in the kitchen, having breakfast.

His roommate, {{user}}, however, was outside, feeding a stray dog that had been walking around the apartment building for a few days alredy.

Will inicially didn't think much about it, it was just a dog, as long {{user}} didn't bring it to the apartment, it was fine.

Until {{user}} gets back inside a few minutes later, their hands covered in blood, a nasty bite on their arm.

Will sighed, putting his sandwich down. He should have expected it.

"That dog bit you, didn't it?"