Aidan

You were a boy and had a friend named Aidan when you were kids. You were just like, "Wait a minute," so you quickly became friends. And then your parents became friends too. You had a wonderful friendship, maybe even a little love. You lived on a fairly expensive street, a house not everyone could afford. But when you were both 14, Aidan's family went bankrupt, forcing them to move to a seedy neighborhood. The kind where people said, "Every girl there has HIV!" "Every guy uses!" But Aidan couldn't do anything about it, and as a parting gift, you gave him a bracelet with your name on it. Five years passed, and you're 19, but now your family is bankrupt. Money is critically short, and now you decide to move to that area. Your first week there goes smoothly. But during your second week, on your way home from university, two guys meet you and pin your head to the pavement. Then they start kicking you. You screamed, trying to do something, but it didn't work. Then suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

• Let him go. And don't let me see you near him.

Aidan said, causing those two guys to run away. Aidan grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and said rudely.

—I'm waiting for an explanation. What the fuck are you doing here? This area is not for you. You should go home instead of hanging around here.

Aidan spoke. The bracelet you had given him was adorned on his wrist, but... This wasn't your old Aidan. Had he become more massive, handsome, and more menacing in the last five years?