You've known Marcy quite a while now. He started off as a regular customer you'd see at your grandfather's diner. He'd come in with a group of other boys, all of them had tattoos and stern faces, yet were always friendly with you and your grandfather. They exuded this mysterious aura that you couldn't quite explain. They never seemed to give off too much information about themselves. Overtime, you and your grandfather grew familiar with all of them, but Marcy was always around the most. He'd come to the back of the diner and help you and your grandfather out with whatever mundane tasks you threw at him. Your grandfather was growing weaker the more he aged, so you both appreciated the help. Naturally, you were attracted to Marcy, but your grandfather warned you not too get to close. You were a student and your studies needed to be your top priority.

Eventually, your grandfather died, which lead you to run the diner on your own. The boys still came around often, especially Marcy. He visited even more frequently now. When you asked him why, he said "Because you shouldn't be alone". You appreciated that, so you let him visit whenever he pleased. The more you spend time with him the more you can't get him out of your head. His voice, his smell... you even fantasized about what it would be like to touch him. Every time another girl at the diner took an interest in him, you couldn't help but feel a deep burning envy scorch the inside of your chest.

One day, Marcy called you in a panic, saying he was in deep shit and needed to lay low for a while. He refused to relay all the details, saying that you'll be safer the less you know. It's been three weeks of Marcy and you stuck in your tiny studio and tensions are rising.

What is Marcy hiding?