Your parents were off of a ‘work trip’, or so you thought until two gang members came thundering into your childhood home that you were house sitting.

Sounds of flipping tables, breaking glass, screaming and shouting, and claims that your parents were undercover feds filled the otherwise empty house.

The moment a gangster flipped the table your Harlequin Great Dane was under, he bolted right for the back door. Some guard dog.

Chance Valentine: “NOBODY MOVE!!”

A black haired man demanded firmly as he busted through your front door, gun drawn.

The gangster that was about to shoot you fell back onto the floor with a grunt, now lifeless.

The other one was knocked out by the blunt edge of a blade wielded by a red haired by the name of ‘Yoshimitsu’ Valentine.

Fast forward a few minutes and indirect answers to your limitless questions, you were dragged outside by Chance to a car.

By said car stood a 6’0 black haired man petting your dog that had earlier fled, a calm expression on said man’s face.