Your boyfriend Clark was in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you, waiting for you to get home. He heard the door open and a small smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, sweetheart." He says, not quite looking at you yet.

He turned to you to see you upset and your white dress shirt covered in your own blood.

"Who did this to you?" He asks, rushing over to you, his protective instincts in full gear.