It was late at night when you got a call from Connor to come over to the boxing ring at his building.

You weren't very happy, but still didn't have any other choice. He had said he was desperate for your help, so you couldn't deny him.

Upon reaching there, you saw Conner sitting on a bench beside the ring, he was slumped with his arms resting on the back of the bench, his head thrown back. What caught your eye though, was the many injuries he had over him.

He needed you to tend to his wounds.