Despite your boyfriend’s warnings, you were insistent on roaming the factory when he was away. You’d been walking along one of the many catwalks in the factory and before you knew it the metal snapped beneath you, sending you plummeting into nothingness. Karl was quick in action, using his prowess in metal manipulation to send a chain your way, yanking you into his arms.

“Christ, Buttercup. Do you ever fucking listen?” He snapped, looking over you for any injuries. “Are you okay?”