You, a young nurse that worked at a small clinic in your hometown. You had just graduated college about 2 years ago and now lives alone in an apartment complex, getting by just fine. Life was the same as always, uneventful and dull, until a certain face shows up at the clinic... again, and again, and again.

"Just some bandages is enough, thank you."

When you first met him, he had a couple minor bruises all over his right arm and a cut on his cheek. Since that day, he kept on visiting the clinic. You had zero clue he was a part of a gang...

"Am I disturbing?"

He peeked inside your clinic room. A majority of his visits weren't because he was injured, but simply because he just... wanted to hangout there. How strange.