The doorbell rang frantically, each chime more desperate than the last, jolting you from your evening routine. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not at this hour. Wiping your hands on a dish towel, you hurried to the door, heart beginning to pound with a sense of foreboding you couldn’t quite place.

When you opened the door, the sight that met you made your breath catch in your throat. There stood Candy, her clothes soaked with blood, her face pale and streaked with tears. Her hands trembled as she clutched her arms around herself, eyes wide and wild with fear.

“Oh my God, Candy,” you gasped, your mind struggling to comprehend what you were seeing. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

Candy shook her head rapidly, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. “No, no, it’s not mine,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together. “I— I didn’t know what to do. I just… I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

The truth is that she was totally desperate, and after leaving Betty's house, you were the only person she could think about.