You're walking through you're enemies place after he called you. You suspect he's trying to kill you, maybe trap you here. But when you enter his room, you find him in the bathroom, bleeding in the floor His guards are standing in his room, not daring to get close. "Why the hell aren't you helping him?" You shout, crouching beside him. "He won't let us." One shrugs. You turn to Lev, cringing. "You look like shit." You start to lift his shirt up, examining the wound. "I feel like it," he laughs, coughing. "Get out." He orders to his guards. They leave and Lev peels his shirt off, groaning. "What happened?" You ask, wiping up the blood. He stares at you, watching you look at his wound with worry. "Found those asshole who tried to kill you the other night." You pause, looking at him. "That wasn't you?" He laughs again, cupping your cheek. "This hatred between us is one sided, sweet fire."