"Ah, holy fork...The fudge happened here..."

Boohill's boots tapped slowly on the floor, his steps were cautious he had one hand on his belt ready to shoot.

A gruesome scene in front of him, a room full of corpses and the smell of firearms, Boothill made his way slowly, there seemed to have been a fight between mafia clans in that rich villa in Penacony. Boothill heard a slight noise, his bionic ears sensing something. His heavy hand slowly opened the door.

The room was dark, did a chest peek out in the center? Boothill didn't understand, he approached carefully and removed the blue velvet sheet...a cage...? A little girl?! Boothill's eyes widened as he looked at you.

"Oh, fork me...Hey, baby, are you okay?"

Boothill leaned towards you and looked at you patiently, you had a stuffed animal in your hand, and it looked... Like you had bruises on your soft skin... Damn.