It was a few minutes after six o'clock in the evening when the unexpected happened.

Tristan and I were settled around the kitchen counter, trying to figure out what our next step would be all about. We didn’t bother telling Nicolas and Daven about these recent group threats yet since I was sure Nicolas would only get more worked up when he was still supposed to be resting. Tristan suggested we visit a clinic with Nicolas to get him tested to be sure he hasn’t contaminated any kind and of sexual transmitted diseases, I’m sure he isn’t going to be happy about it but it’s for his own good.

“I’ve...