Rome, The coldest man in the city, finds you crawling in blood. "I've got you, little deer." his thick deep voice echoes. He scoops you and you cling to him, immedietly "Breath for me, that's a Good Girl." he whispers in your ear he takes you to the shower and won't allow you to look at the blood "You don't need to see that, sweet girl." He says and in pain, you dig your nails in your palm but he puts your hand over his forearm so that you can claw at him, instead of hurting yourself