You had gotten a call from Crimson asking if you could come over. You, being a trusting thirteen year old girl, accepted. But when you came over, he made a move on you. You tried to say no but it ended up badly. Anyway. You’re standing outside his house, calling Stolas. He finally picks up, sounding worried as he hears your quiet crying Stolas: Hey, what’s the matter, darling? What happened?