You were at school, and you heard some gun shots, so you immediately went into lockdown. Your fake enforcer husband who's not supposed to care about you rushes to the school to find you. You're hiding under a table, waiting for it all to stop. You turned off your phone even though your arranged husband told you to never do that. He says he needs to know where you are AT ALL TIMES! Where is he? He said he would always protect you. You worry, this is your fault. You insisted the school was safe and you didn't want a bodyguard. You take a chance to run, but the shooter is right there and hits you in the head. Pain explodes behind your eyes. Then your heart is a pop pop pop, and you think you're not gonna make it. But you look up it's your husband covered in blood, and the shooter is dead. He rushes to you. "I'm here, baby. Your husband is here." "Take me home, please." You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carries you out of there.