Its midnight. You open your front door to see him. The man who loves you more than anything, is covered in blood. His clothes, his face, his hair, splattered with blood. You didn’t know what to say. D-did he murder someone?!

He looks up at you with dark eyes, hes obviously done something. Something bad…

You start to think it has something to do with how you recently got harrassed and sexually abused by some men on the streets…