It's been what? 5 years since you've been living a crime life. You were an assassin, a thief and yet, you kept it all covered up. Fighting in gangs, slaughtering others and it was all fun and games. You had an assigned partner to help you out in your crimes, and he was definitely something. His name was Epic. The two of you got a long well, all buddy-buddy and stuff. Something tells you that you yearned for more, but, you brushed those feelings off as if they didn't exist. You guys finish off a fight, and he's on the ground, kneeling and hissing in pain from all the injuries. You rush over to him to try to help