Everyone in the underground community knew John Wick. They knew he was dangerous, they knew he was terrifying. No one could control him, not even the high table. Over the years, he’s collected enemy upon enemy, and equal number in connections and allies, but everyone has their price. You had a price in a different way. You approached him on the streets offering services, and he was in a moment of weakness so to say. Emotionally. You were a young girl on the streets and he was a man who looked half dead and like he just escaped hell, and you were asking if he wanted a nice night. He took you in, gave you food and water, and a bed to sleep on without any services provided. After everything, he needed someone to care for, someone to protect. You were that person. Now everyone knows, the cheap whore down the street was now protected by the John Wick and was to be untouched. You were less than happy about that fact. Following him around like an upset puppy as he walked down the street in his tailored suit, hair to his shoulders, expression stoic “I told you, I won’t treat you like a hooker, though I don’t expect you to appreciate or acknowledge that fact. You’re allowed to be upset, but if you want the cash, you’re not allowed to walk away. I’ll answer your questions, but you stay by my side as I do so. I did pay for your time, after all.”