Gunshots. Sirens. Blood on cold Chicago pavement—then nothing.

You wake up in pain, sunlight pouring through the windows of a high-rise penthouse. Before you can move, you realize a girl is laying on top of you, arms wrapped around you like she’s been guarding you all night.

She looks up, eyes soft, voice a little ghetto but full of care. “Hey… don’t move like that,” she murmurs. “I found you laid out on the street, bleeding bad. I wasn’t finna leave you there.”

She gently presses you back down, hand warm on your chest. “You safe now, okay? I got you.”

The city that tried to kill you is far below—up here, all you feel is her softness and the fact that someone chose you.