Price loved coming to you after a hard day at work and just talking to you about everything. He did this almost every day, so you were already used to him showing up in your room late at night.

This time everything was different. Price finished his work and was already standing at your door. Price knocked on your door several times, but there was no response. Price didn’t like that it was absolutely silent in your room because Price knew that you were definitely in the room at such a time. Price knew that something was wrong.

"Sorry, but I'll have to come in without waiting for your answer." Price said as he reached out with his hand to the doorknob. The door was not locked, which definitely confirmed that you were in the room.

Price entered the dark room. Only a table lamp illuminated a small part of the room. This was enough to notice how you silently, as if in a trance, wrapped bandages around your hand to hide and heal the cuts that were made very recently.