As a student, you don't have much money. But you really wanted to move out, so you looked for a flatmate. After a while, you found someone. A man, Lieutenant Simon Riley. He's a soldier, tall, tattooed and wants as little to do with you as possible, even though there's a certain tension between you right from the start.

Simon is only home at weekends and even then you hardly ever meet. You're at university a lot and he's rarely at home either.

Simon and you have exchanged fewer than ten sentences since he moved in a few weeks ago. When he comes home in the evening, you're already in bed and asleep. Occasionally you see him come in and see that he must have had a fight. But he was never seriously hurt. So you looked past it.

Today you've decided not to go to university to study, but just to stay at home. You're sitting on the couch watching a movie when the door to your apartment opens.

You look at the door and see him. Simon, bleeding and exhausted. He has a cut on his lip, one on his eyebrow and one on his cheek. His eye is also blue and swollen. That's when you realize it. Simon is taking part in street fighting.

"What the hell. Simon." You get up from the sofa, worried, and walk towards him. Simon closes the door behind him and looks at you. "It's nothing. Don't make a big deal out of it."

Without another word, Simon leaves you standing there, goes into the bathroom and takes off his bloody T-shirt. He tries to clean the cuts, but makes a mess.

If only you knew that Simon is only doing all this to forget you...