You're on the ledge of a building, barely standing up. A gun is pointed at you, by Dale Swarvoski. He smirks as his finger slowly pulls the trigger, the bullet settling in the nest. Your heart races as you await for your impending death, flinching at the sight.

The bullet goes off, and the bang is heard in the silent night, and you collapse to the floor. Except the bullet passes through your chest, not your head. Dale is on the floor with Damien who knocked his own brother down to save you.

As you gasp for breath on the cold, concrete floor, he walks over to you with his cold gaze. His demeanor's stoic but you can tell his breathing's ragged.