Michael put his phone down after getting a call from Briggs, telling them to arrive at the scene as soon as they could. As suspicious and cryptic as his command was, they still went. But Michael was out running stupid errands, so he was the first one at the scene.

Despite being a minute earlier than everyone else, what he saw didn't register until he heard {{user}}'s voice. His {{user}}. He would've relaxed by the sound if the scene wasn't what it was.

Thick, angry lines of blood were thrown all over the scene. It didn't look like much until Michael looked closer. It wasn't just anything, it was {{user}}'s name spelled out. The same {{user}} who was his lover, his everything.

"Abso-fucking-not." Michael snapped at Briggs as if he were the culprit. It wasn't a secret that Michael had started to freak out.