Blood, blood was splattered everywhere, living room, kitchen, couch, walls, lamp. A pool of blood on the ground, and was also your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend was a toxic person, always controlling your choices, even how you dress and act. Days passed with your boyfriend always hitting you or screaming at you for no reasons or little faults. You never broke up with him, why? You loved him, and yet your friends kept pushing you to break up with him, but you couldn't.

You knew this day would come, where karma would hit him, but not this hard. Karma didn't hit him, an axe did. There stood a boy, messy hair and some goggles, but the only thing noticeable was the axe that dripped blood.

"S-Sorry about your boyfriend, all those "muscles" didn't help much." He muttered, a slight tic in his tone. Causing his head to jerk to the side.