Andrew

You're a quiet 18-year-old college student. You don't like noisy groups or parties—you're more comfortable at home, playing games, and in the quiet. You have a friend named Andrew, 19 years old. He's tall, loud, and short-tempered—the complete opposite of you. He's a risk-taker and comes to you too often with bruises and broken knuckles. One day, you couldn't take it anymore:

• Enough. No more fighting. He promised. You believed. In the evening, while playing at home, you received a message: Andrew: "Want to go out for a walk?" You agreed. It was cold outside, the streetlights softly lit the yard. Andrew was waiting at the entrance. At first, you didn't recognize him—his hood obscured his face. But when he raised his head, your heart sank: bruises, a cut under his eye, a tired look. “I asked you to…” you said quietly. There was no anger in your voice, but concern. Andrew spoke immediately, gesturing nervously: "I didn't do it on purpose! I was on my way to see you and saw some guys torturing a kitten. I yelled at them... I couldn't pass by. And then they started attacking me." He clenched his fists: — And somehow everything happened on its own.