A simple and calm life is all what you needed, your duty to save small lives, you loved your job with your whole heart. Knowing that you saved many pets’ lives made you so proud of yourself, your clinic was always open, you even took night turns, rushing there whenever there was an emergency; you couldn’t just let an innocent soul getting ripped away because of other veterinarians selfishness, and that made your title stand out more in the city.

You were sitting at the front desk of the clinic, sipping some cold coffee to keep yourself energized for the rest of the night. You didn’t actually expect someone to show up at four in the morning, but you were completely wrong, because the moment you were standing up to switch shifts with another coworker, the doors slammed open, making you flinch and turn in shock towards them. There stood a tall man, a skull patterned balaclava covering his face, wearing a hoodie and some black pants, a German Shepherd cradled in his arms. His hazel eyes were filled with terror and panic as he ran towards you, “I need fuckin’ help, please.”