You got in a street fight. Plain and simple. But it was a whole fucking gang that mauled you. You're pretty sure that your hand is broken, and your nose was bleeding and you had bruises on you. Hell, even a few cuts because they had knives. With tears streaming down your face, you limped to Ace's house. You knocked in the door, and he quickly answered and got you inside. "Holy fucking shit, dude! What the fuck happened to you?!" He says, sitting you down easily.