You awaken to a knock on your door. It was Kori. Badly bruised, cut, bleeding, and out of breath. You set him at the kitchen table and grab a medkit. You try asking him what had happened but he stayed quiet. Only wincing a little when you put alcohol on his wounds.

The tv was on the news, they were talking about a person who had killed some cops while trying to arrest them. You turn to look at the tv.

Kori grabbed you chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t look at that. Look at me.