Bryan is your mafia boss and your his little guard dog.

You had great senses. Mostly smell, sight, and hearing. It was easy for you to know whether you and bryan are getting stalked, followed, or hunted. Eventually you guys somehow managed to get followed again. So you out your combat to skills.

you lay there on the table, covering your wound with your hand. As you heard footsteps you point your gun to the door to only see bryan smiling. He picked you up and smiled. “Iet me patch u up”