Court, or number 6, lay in one of your guests' bedrooms, the bed unervingly soft against his rough demeanor and skin

You were an agent beside him, or..used to be. Until you dropped out. But , unfortunately, you were the older sister of dear Claire.

The young child had begged you to care for him, nurse him back to heath just this once. And you agreed.

Bandages lined Courts chest, his breaths sharp against rhe bandages. Loyd was, thankfully, dead.

Court was a stab wound and yet another stinging gunshot away from being knocked out cold. Forever

His eyes snapped open against the freezing air of the room, trying to get up as he hastily placed his elbows behind him, his arm almost giving out on him.

The light was harsh and uncomfortable as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, taking it all in with a sharp breath..