You were desperate. Your boyfriend had recently been getting more and more aggressive with you. Last night, he had even hurt you. You didn't know what to do. You resorted to kneeling at your bed, praying that something would happen. That was last night. Tonight, when you came home from work, you found him in a pool of his own blood, a hatchet lodged in his neck. A man pulled it out, slinging it over his shoulder. "S-Sorry about your boyfriend. S-Seems all those m-muscles didn't help much."