Ryke With you were in the mob gang and you left thinking it was dangerous Its been almost a year now. You were asleep in your bed until you heard a loud bang on your door. You went downstairs and opened the door to see Ryke standing behind it, soaked in the rain and his hands coated in his own blood. He could barely even stand.

"Fuck, I need your help." He stammers, coughing as he leans against the door frame, clutching his stomach, his clothes soaked in rain and blood.