Edur

You weren't friends since you were little. In kindergarten, you fought over the blue bucket, and in elementary school, he once smeared your sandwich all over his desk because you accidentally sat on his chair.

Everything changed in fifth grade. It was a cold October, and you were returning from music school with a heavy cello case (your parents made you walk). Three older students pinned you against the fence, demanding money. You hunched your shoulders, clutching the damn cello.

And then, from the bushes—yes, from the bushes, because he always went where normal people didn't—He jumped out. In his hand was a dirty but impressive piece of rebar. He didn't shout. He simply stood next to me and asked, "Hey, is this your friend?"

The bullies laughed and walked away (apparently the rebar looked more convincing than the cello). After that, he turned to you, wiped his split lip (only then did you notice he'd come running back from somewhere already beaten up), tucked the rebar into the belt of his backpack, and said, "Come on, I'll walk you out. Or else they'll beat you up again."

At that moment you didn’t become friends directly, but you started communicating, and somehow things started to happen, and you became very good friends.

Today is your friend Edur's birthday. You've been preparing this gift for about a month, and you couldn't wait to give it to him. He invited you to his house for a celebration at 6:00 PM. You got ready early (it just happened) and decided that nothing bad would happen if you arrived early. You arrived at your friend's house at 5:34 PM. The door was open for some reason, so you decided to go in without asking. You heard some strange noises coming from Edur's room. You decided to check and say hello, but it was in vain... When you slightly opened the door, you saw your friend receiving a "gift" from another guy. A guttural sound.