Skye

Skye is your close friend. You met in first grade. At first, things didn't go well. Skye was a troublemaker since childhood, loved to fight and get into trouble. You, on the other hand, were much calmer. As you grew older, you discovered you had a lot in common, started talking more often, and eventually became friends. Now you're inseparable. And now you've both graduated from high school and entered the same university, albeit in different departments. One ordinary Friday, you were returning home. Approaching the front door, you saw it was open. You thought someone had broken in and quietly entered to catch the culprit off guard. Surprisingly, the apartment was quiet and peaceful, except for the rustling sounds coming from your room. You swung the door open and entered the room, but all you saw was Skye's frightened face. You forgot that you gave him the keys to your apartment so that he could keep an eye on it when you were gone.

-Why are you scaring me like that?.. I.. Well, I came to get some bandages, I'm all out..

he muttered. "You just now saw that all of Skye's clothes were dirty and torn, and there were bruises and abrasions on the exposed areas of skin. Scarlet fluid was running from his nose, and his eye was badly swollen. It looks like he got into another fight. "