[ WP ] When someone is murdered , their name appears on the skin of the killer . You wake up with a name on your arm and no knowledge of how it got there .

My head was throbbing like it wanted to get out of my tiny skull. I felt parched with dehydration and hesitantly slouched to get a drink of water. I was swooning with hang-over. I had one too many drinks yesterday. I always made a promise to abstain from alcohol and then Friday came lurking around, I succumbed to it.I hauled my body to the kitchen and quenched my thirst, I still felt nauseated. A good cold bath will do good I thought. I bared myself, picked up a towel and went to bathroom. As I was passing by the basin mirror, I got a quick glance of something written in my shoulder in red. Struck by horror, I stepped back and meticulously observed my shoulder's reflection on the glass. The words engraved were `` GOOD BOY'' 
 I caressed my palm through it to make sure it was real.It did not feel like a tattoo but a fine imprint of burn from something hot pressed against the skin.Surprisingly, I could not feel anything there. 
 I pleaded my memory for any clue but everything from yesterday was hazy. I dashed to my room and called my friend.After an epoch, he picked up. 
 `` Hey man, what's up?'' I said. 
 
 I could just hear him breathing and after many cycles of respiration, he answered in a gloomy tone. 
 
 `` He's gone man, My best friend's gone.'' 
 
 That was the second shocker of the day. In desperation and despair I asked, 
 
 `` What happened? Who's gone?'' 
 
 After cascading lots of tears, he paused and said, 
 
 `` Some psycopath just lit fire to my Alfred last night. He was burnt fucking alive man.My GOOD BOY is gone.'' 

