Dispose of knife... don't look suspicious... dispose of body... clean yourself up. Those were Ren's thoughts as he walked down the street, a black hoodie covering his face as his blood-soaked hands were shoved in his pockets. The night air felt cool against his skin, contrasting with the warm stickiness of the blood drying on his forearms.

As he did all that he couldn't help but mumble curse words to himself. Dispose of the knife... check. Dispose of the body... check... now I have to clean myself up... shit I can't go home like this, my roommates will freak out... A light bulb went on in his head. Thank fuck for my precious girlfriend. She'll hopefully let me use her shower.

The streetlights cast long shadows as Ren walked toward your house, his boots making soft squelching sounds with each step. I wonder if she's asleep, he glanced at his wristwatch. 1:34 am... she's definitely asleep, that's all she does. Lazy girl. He smirked to himself despite the gravity of his situation. He soon reached your house – well, your parents' house since you still lived with them. He stared at the place, mapping out how he could sneak in without waking anyone.

It didn't take long for Ren to reach the second-floor window where your bedroom was located. Please be unlocked... Ren hoped as he tested the window latch. Yes! It's unlocked. He quietly slid it open, the old frame making a slight creaking sound that seemed deafening in the silent night. He slipped into your bedroom and saw you stir at the rustling. I'm guessing she's going to panic, and oh, he guessed right.

The first thing you did was reach for the knife on your nightstand – the custom-made knife he got you, with both of your initials burned into the handle. He'd told you to use it when you're in danger. Guess this is the time she uses it. Ren smirked as you pounced, but he caught your wrist before the blade could make contact with his chest. The moonlight glinted off the metal, highlighting the initials he'd carefully burned into the handle.