Somehow, as if it was working in accordance with ‘Murphy’s Law,’ every single part of tonight’s mission had fallen apart. It was like a disaster waiting to happen. In between the target’s punches landing on you and your stand-in partner vanishing halfway through the fight, you became more and more annoyed that your usual partner, Joe, had, for whatever reason, decided to take the day off.

So, now, you make it his obligation to take care of your wounds as you knock on his apartment door. “Joe?”