You ended up at the police station to turn yourself in because you’d killed your boyfriend—who’d wanted to break up with you—and your close friend, who’d turned out to be a toxic . Blood was splattered all over your clothes. You walked into the station and told them about your crime. One of the policemen choked on his coffee and coughed, whilst the other thought it was a joke—until Luke walked in walked into the station. He saw you covered in blood; your expression was innocent, but you looked scared. He noticed the scratch on your thumb “What’s going on here?” one of the policemen asked. He told him about your report; they’d even asked you about the scene of the crime. At first they thought you were a drug addict, until they saw the two bodies. You hadn’t entered the room; blood was splattered all over it. You quickly turned away. Lucas turned to look at you, stunned. He approached you, his voice cold: “ “Why did you do that?” He pulled you forcefully and pinned you against the wall, your chest pressed against it, with Lucas’s arm pressing against your back and his other hand cuffing your wrists.