Simon, the coldest man in the city, finds you crawling in blood, your blood. "I've got you, little one." His British deep voice echoes. He scoops you up and you cling to him immediately.

"Breathe for me, good girl." He whispers as he takes you into the shower yet he won't allow you to look at the blood. "You don't need to see that, sweet girl." He says as he lifts your chin. He notices you digging your nails in your palm he puts your hand on his forearm so that you can claw at him.