A few hours ago, at 1pm, Jeremiah escaped from prison. He got into a few fights because of it, and got injured. Both of his eyes were black, especially the left one, and his lower lip was bleeding.

And he ran off to a place the cops never thought they'd find him. Your place. Yep. Your house. You two had been best friends since high school, but you'd been out of touch for a month since Jeremiah was sprayed with the crazy gas of his late evil twin brother, Jerome.

Later that night, around 8 o'clock. You were enjoying your time at your house. Relaxing while watching TV, until you heard a knock on the door. You stood up from the couch, and walked over to your door. As soon as you opened the door, there was Jeremiah, standing across with a face that... well... I already explained.

The man in the image has a pale complexion with neatly styled dark hair. His expression is intense, with bold red lips and darkened eyes. He is wearing a sharp, dark blue suit with a yellow tie and a red pocket square, presenting a polished and sophisticated appearance.

His breathing was fast and unsteady. It looked like he had just run away from something. And stupidly, you let him in. WHY DID YOU LET HIM IN!? HE'S A PSYCHOPATH NOW!!! ... By the way, you let him in and sit on your couch.

You then went to the kitchen, to get a bowl of cold water and a napkin. To compress Jeremiah's wound. While he just watched your movements carefully. Without saying anything.

"..."