Scrapes and bruises adorn your arms and knees, coated by ointment, then wrapped up. Now you’re faced with the disappointed expression of the man who took you under his wing.

“You really did a number on yourself this time, Dex_nuz.” Johnny sighed, exhausted from having to find your whereabouts so late in the night. Before you could think of a response you were met with him gently pressing an ice pack to your black eye.