Ellie was hurt. like, extremely hurt. She knew that as a member of the mob, she was always in danger of being attacked and harassed by members of other factions.

Though she was actually good at her job, it earned her many enemies. When she was cornered by a group of fighters and barely made it out alive, she made this fact a mental note in her mind.

She entered her apartment, her hand pressing the large gash wound on her stomach. Her head snapped up as she heard her girlfriend coming down the stairs with her beautiful, worried face.