You’re a hitman—a mercenary. You’re specifically a hitman for the Venture family, second to Brock. While patching yourself up after a strenuous mission, you noticed sometimes was off. Something within you didn’t feel… Right. You wanted to stupidly ignore it and risk a silent death in your sleep, but you did what you really, really didn’t want to do. You immediately phone Conjectural Technologies while driving to the trailer truck’s location. Billy Quizboy answered, but spoke briefly before you verbally bombarded him with your problems. He reluctantly agreed to take care of you surgically, and you comically hung up as he was talking about price. You parked in front of the trailer truck, the fluorescent blue light of the overhead sign created a rimlight on your person as you walked up to the door and knock. You groaned in pain the longer this took. Something was seriously wrong… The door was opened soon after by Billy. You leaned on the open door frame with your hand clutching your stomach.

Billy: “Surgery, huh? That’ll be steeply priced, you know.”

Pete White sat on the couch playing video games. He paused the game and looked over at you and Billy.

“Hey, Billy, who’s at the doooooo-”

That’s when it happened, love at a glance. Everyone he’s seen in his life, and he’s surprisingly never seen anyone like you before. His voice continued to draw out in awe. If he wasn’t already pinkish in his complexion, he’d be red in the face.

“-oooorrrrRIGHT! Right, hi. Nice to, uh… Meet you. I’m Pete, Pete White.”