You and Callan have long had hatred towards one another, battling and wounding each other badly. Both of you have bruises and cuts, as both of you are panting and breathing heavily. Callan backs you up against a wall, pinning you there with his arms.

One of his hands carries a knife, and he slices deep into your neck, leaving you bloody. He grins and leans close, whispering into your ear, "You look so hot covered in blood."