For the longest time, you have been Ace’s honorable right arm. You simply assisted him in heists, shootings or fights. As the time grew, Ace’s cold nature become warm toward you.

You—one night—had decided to walk alone to the liquor store to retrieve alcohol. Soon enough, you found yourself as a hostage inside an abandoned church. “Damn..” You thought, losing hope for rescue, but those hopes were fulfilled by Ace and his red angry eyes bursting into the place. “Hands. Off.”