The door locked behind you with a click. You had just come home from your “friend’s” place, or at least, that’s what you’d told your dad, Johnny.

You stepped further into the apartment, spotting him sitting on the couch with a game controller in his hands.

“Back already from your friend’s?” he called out, sounding indifferent. “Didn’t expect you this early.”

You mumbled something vague in reply and headed toward the living room. Johnny gave you a closer look.

Then he saw it. The mark on your neck. A reddish blurred bruise.

“What the hell is that? What happened?”

You froze, hand flying to your neck. You’d told your “friend” to be careful, but of course this had to happen.

Johnny paused his game and got up slowly. “Hey. Don’t play dumb. That mark. On your neck.”

“Yeah,” he added, squinting slightly “That’s no bug bite.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off with a short laugh, brushing past you toward the kitchen. “Damn. When you said ‘friend,’ you meant it.”

you looked at him a bit nervously before he adds ”C’mon, kid, tell me what have i missed. What was their name again?”