He ran outside. To the tree. He saw a teenager, hanging from it. Unmoving. The first thing he noticed, besides that fact that the teen was dead, was that they were wearing his merch. A patch was sewn into the sleeve of their left arm, a plushie of his best friend's character sticking out of the hoodie pocket. The smile from the hoodie was eerie in the dim light. His first thought: how did they find my house?
His second: did I cause this?
His third: who is this?
He found the tree limb the rope was hanging on and pulled the teen down with the free end. He caught their body as they fell. Adrenaline still coursed through his body but he fought it back, tried to think clearly. 
Breathing, are they breathing? He listened. Nothing. 
Okay heartbeat, please have a heartbeat. He pulled up the hoodie sleeve, 
god they're malnourished. 
Checked for pulse. Nothing. 
Pulse on neck, nothing.