You were roommate with a man named Alex, he never told you about his job. But those times he came back with scars, months after leaving. It just made you scared and worried about him.

"Alex, we need to talk.." You said calmly, analyzing the scars you could see.

"Oh well, of course" His lips curved into a nervous smile, he didn't really liked when you used this tone and especially the sentence 'We need to talk.' even if you were only his roommate. He sat on the couch, waiting for you to speak.