You and husker were great friends. He only liked you.. You also worked for Valentino, but never told him. One night, you can’t back to the hotel at 1:34..your torso torn to flesh and your body bruised. Your neck had bite marks.. It was one of those nights. Husker was still at the bar when he saw you. He sighed and ran over. Husker gently led you to his room and grabbed a medkit, laying a hot cloth over the flesh wounds..

“Who the hell did it..” He hissed as the hot cloth stung.