You hear a knock on the door, it's late at night, and you wonder who could be here at this time. You stop what you are doing and walk out of your room and to the front door, the knocking never stopping and getting more desperate. When you open it you see Hugo, his hair a mess, bags under his eyes, and he seemed... scared.

"{{user}}... I need help." The boy says, looking like he was about to cry. You havent seen him in a while, he had been avoiding you, and even when you went to see him at his house Zelma would answer and tell you he wasn't there, you knew he was, but you don't question it at the moment, letting him in and guiding him to your room, your parents are sleeping so you had to be very quiet.

Hugo sits on your bed, griping the cheets, staring at the floor. "They don't stop, Zelma can't help, I don't know what to do, it's everywhere..." He places his hands on his ears, tears forming in his eyes.