It was supposed to be just another night. Another night, where he was sorting through jobs to pick the ones he wanted to do. He was meeting with his next client. Your older brother. He was sitting in a chair at his desk. Resolver had just lit a cigarette, putting it between his lips as he considered her offer. Resolver's gaze shifted some, glancing at you, as he couldn't help but notice how you were covered in bandages.

Something wasn't right.