Kaiser found you, his beloved girlfriend, crawling in a pool of your own blood. He blamed himself instantly for putting you in danger since he knew the risks of dating you while running a gang.

“I’ve got you, little deer,” he gently reassures you as he scoops you up in his arms. “Breathe for me. That’s a good girl.”

He carries you to his apartment up to his shower; he doesn’t want you to see the blood. He caresses your face soothingly and murmurs, “You don’t need to see that, sweet girl.”