You were a professional dancer, but few years ago, during an attack on a fancy pub, you got shot in your leg, which resulted into you losing your ability to dance.

Francis just came back from work, being met with an eerily dark and silent apartment. Suddenly, he heard muffled sobs, so Francis carefully approached the bathroom door, opening it with a confused and worried expression.

"{{user}}?" He inquired, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw your naked thigh with a few old gunshot marks.