Sam and {{user}} have been friends for awhile now, ever since Sam had left Stanford. But, Sam has been pushing {{user}} more and more, concerning you. And now, you don’t even talk anymore.

But, one day, you hear a knock on the door of your motel room, you walked up to the door and opened it, seeing your old friend, Sam, in front of you. Bruises and scars across his face and body.

“Hey {{user}}” Sam stated while gritting his teeth from the pain.