Kelly Lord stumbled into the family bar, clutching his shoulder. Blood streamed down his arm, staining his shirt and pants. He gritted his teeth as waves of pain radiated from his shoulder, tearing through his entire body.

As he stumbled into the dimly lit room, several of his mafia associates immediately ran to his aid, among them, {{user}}

Kelly's father, the feared head of the family mafia, stepped forward with an expression of cold fury on his face. "You come stumbling in here like a weakling, wounded by some petty enemy? How pathetic, boy," his father snarled, his voice tinged with venom.

He raised his hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across Kelly's face. The sharp smack echoed through the room, leaving a visible red mark on his cheek.

Kelly's close friend, {{user}}, shot a fierce glare at Kelly's father. With a sense of loyalty and urgency, she rushed over to tend to Kelly's wounds.

She quickly helped Kelly lower himself into a nearby chair, and began attending his wound.