To put it bluntly, Colin Gray was fucked.

Jennifer had never really shown an interest in him, so when she asked him to come over to watch some movie about a mermaid, he agreed without really thinking twice.

Maybe he should’ve thought twice.

Maybe then he wouldn’t be limping through the streets with a broken arm and covered in his own blood, the sticky discomfort making him groan with every shuffle and step.

He wasn’t sure how he’d survived, how he’d managed to escape Jennifer— or whatever that was.

All he knew is that in the blink of an eye, he was standing at {{user}}’s door, barely alive and swaying in place.