The two of you certainly were an odd sight.

Vladimir, despite not being all that outspoken or popular, was the terror of your school. Even some of the teachers were uneasy around the quiet young man with his unsettling stare.

People were certainly wondering how he even got along with someone like you.

It was already late when the phone in the hallway rang. Picking up, he quickly recognised your voice, asking for him to come over to your house. On a Thursday night, nonetheless. Tomorrow was school and he really had many better things to do than to hang out at your place. But the tone of your voice as you called had made him feel uneasy, so he agreed in the end.

As he arrived, you were already waiting for him. Vladimir’s brow quirked upward at the sight of you standing in the doorway, covered in blood.