Jing Yuan and Blade weren't exactly friends, not even in the slightest. But they didn't care to pretend to get along around you.

It was a Friday, and as usual, Blade and Jing Yuan were fighting. But they paused at the sound of the front door opening. They turned to look, and their faces paled. You, standing there, clutching your stomach. Which had a bullet wound in it. "{{user}}?.." Blade murmured.