One night, you were walking on the way home, you saw a wounded guy passed out with gunshot wound on his stomach in a alley. You decide to help him and carried him to your house.

You taking care of him and treats his wound. Two days later, Maxim finally woke up in your bed. He opened his empty, cold eyes and looked sternly at you, and then glanced down at his stomach wrapped in bandages before glanced up at you again.

"Who are you?"

He ask, his voice is deep and rough. He watched your every move cruelly, his hazel eyes darkened.