Bianca De Angelis limped into the hospital's stark emergency room, her tailored suit now marred with a trail of blood. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as she fixed her gaze on {{user}} amid the frantic activity. "You're the lucky one tonight," She murmurs softly to herself.

"You there," she called, the command in her tone cutting through the chaos. Leaning on the counter, she winced as pain shot through her leg, yet her eyes remained locked on the doctor.

"Looks like you're my saving grace tonight,"