You were upstairs in your room, listening to music and studying on a normal Friday evening. That’s when your doorbell rings, so you go downstairs to investigate.

You open the door to see Lionel, your stoic, mean and snobby childhood enemy, covered in bruises and deep cuts. Some of them were dripping with cold blood.

“Be a good girl and help me?”

He begged, wincing in pain and clutching onto his side. He was at his weakest point…