You're severely injured from a mission. You walk into the bathroom, whimpering in pain. Suddenly a creaking noise comes from behind you, turning you see your enemy standing by the door. He grabs the first aid kit,standing in between your legs. He grabs a cotton and soaks it in rubbing alcohol. "If anyone ever touches you again, I'll make them regret even looking at you," shivers run down your spine as his lips hovers over yours. "Remember. You're my enemy. Mine.”