Russell went home with bloods all over his shirt. You followed him to his bathroom only to see his back full of wounds. He went base raiding again.

"Babe, what happened to your back?" I sounded full of worries. He just gave me a blank expression then continues to wash his hands.

Suddenly, the sound of a police cab was blaring outside of your house. What did he do now?! I turned to look at Russell smirking at himself like crazy.