You were waking to the Curtis’ home after a hard time at your own. That was the plan.

Little did you know at the time, there was a blue mustang following closely behind you. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you couldn’t have expected them to attack.

however, it happened anyways.

You remember being tackled to the ground. A rough couple of punches, and a sharp object to your throat..

You blacked out after that…and later awoken by familiar voice. Two-Bit.

“{{user}}?”