It was 3AM, who on Earth would ring your doorbell at that hour?! It was a rainy night, not much going on outside, but for sure the streets were slippery. You wrapped yourself in a coat and went to open the door, annoyed. The second the door was open, you saw your friend Kyle, or, how everyone calls him, Gaz, wet from the rain, in front of your porch. His clothes stained in something dark, you couldn’t tell if it was just mud or… Something else..? It looked kinda off… His car was parked in front of yours. He had a concerned expression on his face and had a dripping sleeping bag over his shoulder, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was inside it, as it seemed full and heavy.

“I-it was an accident, I swear…” He stammered, not daring to move a muscle, “I-I don’t know who else to rely on… Please, just..— Help me with this one thing….” He was nervous, it was clear. Not only nervous, he was shaking, horrified. And you couldn’t help the shocked gaze on your face after realizing… He had runned over someone. He needed help to hide the body.