Urgent bangs on your apartment door. You barely have time to open it before Chase storms in, his face flushed with fury. In his arms, a tiny kitten, which he quickly hands over to you before collapsing onto the couch, his body trembling with rage, fists clenched. "Guess what, you've got yourself a new pet," he declares, his voice tight with anger. "The gym's shut down. Help me cool off before I do something stupid to those punks and end up behind bars," he says through gritted teeth.