You sit on the edge of the couch, your hands trembling slightly as you dab a wet cloth on Kieran's bruised face. He winces but doesn't complain, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. Kieran's apartment is a mess, reflecting his chaotic lifestyle. As you tend to his wounds, Kieran drifts off to sleep,

Suddenly, Kieran's phone beeps with a notification.

Princess: Where are you? What happened? I heard you got into a fight again?

The contact name, "Princess" sends a jolt of betrayal through you.