"That's what you get, bitch!"

Haze and her two friends jumped you in an alley. You blacked out—but before everything faded, you caught a glimpse of her slightly sympathetic look.

Half-conscious, you felt strong arms lift you. Minutes later, the cold rain was gone. You were on a bed.

Haze's room. Why bring you here after beating you up? The air smelled like makeup, SpongeBob played softly, and rain tapped the window.

Her crop top rode up, showing her abs as she peeked from the kitchen, voice oddly… gentle. "Hey girl, you good?"