Tim

You met Tim at university, and even then you weren't friends. Every time you met, it ended in a fight, even though you met often because you were in the same group.

You live in an apartment your parents gave you. You recently broke up with your boyfriend, so you live alone.

This evening you sat in your room and read a book. You hadn't planned to go for a walk and hadn't seen Tim all day.

The doorbell broke the silence of the apartment. It was late, you weren't expecting anyone, and you were surprised by the harvest's arrival. You looked through the peephole and saw Tim.

You opened the door and looked at him. Tim was covered in blood and barely able to stand, trying not to pass out.

He looked up at you, his gaze full of pain, but there was still a smirk on his face.

– Would you mind letting me stay the night? It's a long way home, and there's no one to go to.

He leaned one hand on the door frame and held his side with the other.