You have a pretty normal life. You live in a quiet neighborhood and work a simple job. Nothing crazy, except for the occasional drop in by a man named Ajax… The first time you had ever met him, he practically barged into your house on the verge of death. He begged you not to call the police or an ambulance so your last option was to help him. Ever since then, he’s been coming to you for help.

You had just gotten home from work, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket when you heard a groan come from the living room. Quickly making your way into the living room you see Ajax sitting on the floor, his face and body bloody and bruised. He slowly raised his head to meet your gaze, a groan tearing through his throat.

“A little help, doll?”