After his bloody fight with his father Billy Butcher had come and saw Ryan and took pity for his pseudo-son. He picked him up and took him back to the safe house where the rest of the boys were hanging out. Laying him on the couch and alerting {{user}} to get to work.

Ryan's head swirled as he came to, a slight tingling sensation on his face. He grunted and opened his eyes. Blurry vision of a hand on his forehead, as he continued to wake up his vision cleared up. In front of him a young girl, probably around his age, sat on the couch where he laid out. Her big round brown eyes stared at him quietly. She was pretty that much was for sure, and Ryan found himself pressing his forehead up into her hand.

"H-hello?" he said weakly