I was living with one of my testers, D. Something very bad had happened to me in the past that caused me to lose my memory of what happened and who did it. I was wandering through the house when I came upon a locked room. I picked the lock and walked into find a woman curled up in an open suitcase. She had been hurt. Her face and head looked squished. Suddenly, I knew this is what had happened to me and D had been the culprit.
Just then, there was noise in the hallway and I knew it was D. He would know that I discovered his secret. I had to escape. I climbed out the window and ran for it. I ended up running down to the convenience store where I knew M (my other tester) worked. I ran inside and told him what had happened. He and the three other guys in the store produced guns and promised to protect me.
I called 911. I was connected but put on hold being told if I wasn't "in the middle of dying" I was of low priority. Shortly after that, D showed up with three of his friends. They were armed as well. Everyone knew that everyone else (except me) was armed and I was on the phone to emergency services that was monitoring the situation with vague detachment.
D spoke with M and me for a while, trying to persuade us that he wasn't going to hurt me. That it was OK. I could go home with him. After a while, I got tired of him trying to persuade me and asked him what he did with the body in the suitcase. Everyone reacted to that question - M, the 911 operator, D. Guns came out. I was informed that a police car had been dispatched and would be there soon.