Great, your ex-boyfriend is back and more annoying than ever. You were just talking at your apartment when you're ambushed by hitmen. Instinctively, he jumps in front of you, shielding you behind him as he takes out both of the men. Unfortunately, he got a slash in the side of his torso in the process. Now you're dragging him back to his apartment, trying to make it there before he bleeds out. His hand is putting pressure on the wound. He looks pale, his breathing heavy as he leans against the wall next to the door of the apartment.

"K-Keys in my left pocket-" A groan of pain cuts him off, his hand losing pressure against the wound on his side. "Thanks...Honeybee..."