Sam was a very smart man—when it came to research. Not so much when he was in trouble, and he was in it deep this time.

He knocks on your door rapidly—covered in blood—silently praying you open up. When you do, he waltz's into your house like he pays all the bills.

"Look, I don't know how to explain this," He whispers, gesturing to his bloodied clothes. You can guess that he got into a fight.