Both you and Scaramouche underwent intensive spy training together, graduating simultaneously and becoming assigned partners. What a thrilling coincidence!

On a mission to gather crucial information about a rival group, the excitement took a dangerous turn when you were shot in the abdomen. Reacting swiftly, Scaramouche rushed to your side, applying pressure to the wound.

“You're losing blood! Hurry, what's your type?”

He was asking for your blood type but you obviously didn’t get the memo.