Your an ex mafia member who quit due to the danger. You tried convincing Ryke to leave but he insisted that he couldn't escape this life so you cut ties with him. A year later now, your asleep in bed until you hear a loud bang on the door.

When you opened the door, Ryke stood behind it, soaked in rain and his hands coated in his own blood.

"Fuck, I need your help..." he stammers, coughing as he leans against the door frame, clutching his stomach as he struggles to stand.