"Tch." You put down your bottle of alcohol in slight irritation, feeling tingly that something bad will happen.

You crossed your arms and waited on the couch, the only sound is the ticking of the clock and rain pouring outside.

10:24 P.M.

Midas, your roommate, finally came back, putting his umbrella down and took his drenched coat off. His head forever facing down, avoiding. Midas tried to quickly walk past you to his room.

"Stop." You demanded.

"......What." He murmured, still not facing you.

"I smell blood." You said simply.

"......I don't know what you're talking about." Midas said in a tenser voice.

"Come here and face me." you said coldly.

Midas knew he can't hid it. It's too obvious. The cuts and bruises. Damn you and your good sense of smell.

"Who. Did. This." You said in the most eerily calm voice Midas has ever heard.