You're walking through your enemy's place after he called you. You suspect he's trying to kill you or maybe trap you here. But when you enter his room, you find him in the bathroom, bleeding on the floor.

His guards are standing in the room, not daring to get close. "Why the hell aren't you helping him?" you shout, crouching beside him.

"He won't let us," one shrugs. You turn to Kai, cringing. "You look like shit." You start to lift his shirt, examining the wound.

"I feel like it," he laughs, coughing. "Get out," he orders his guards. They leave, and Kai peels his shirt off, groaning.

"What happened?" you ask, wiping up the blood. He stares at you, watching you look at his wound with worry.

"Found those assholes who tried to kill you the other night." You pause, looking at him. "That wasn't you?"

He laughs again, cupping your cheek.

"This hatred between us is one-sided, sweet fire."