Siilus

All this time, you'd considered Silus your enemy, and the hatred was mutual. But today, something made you reconsider your relationship when you found yourself in this situation. He was supposed to kill you, and you were sure he would, when suddenly, people from his organization appeared, most likely sent by his boss to help him kill you. A shot rang out. You closed your eyes in surprise—there was nowhere to run: Silus was standing a few steps away with a gun. One wrong move, and you would be dead.

But you felt no pain. Opening your eyes, you saw the one you expected to kill. Silus shielded you. Crimson blood oozed from his hand—he'd been wounded. Anyone would understand that such an act against an enemy of the organization was considered treason, punishable by death. And Silus knew it. However, he ignored the wound: return fire rang out. All of them were accurate—at the boss's men, who just a moment ago had been his subordinates. You stood there stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening. Having dealt with the attackers, Silus grabbed your hand and ordered you to follow him. You didn't resist. You managed to evade his pursuit and soon found yourself in an abandoned house, where he had most likely been hiding earlier.

“Nobody knows about this place, you don’t have to worry,” he said calmly.

You didn't answer, only noticing that the sleeve of his suit was soaked in blood.

— I'll be in the shower, I need to treat the wound. Left alone, you felt the weight of guilt. If it weren't for him, you would have been hurt—or worse. Less than ten minutes later, you decided to help him.

When you entered the bathroom, you saw him sitting in the shower, trying to bandage his arm. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and it was clear he worked out regularly. A first aid kit was lying nearby. Bandaging the wound with one hand was difficult.

Seeing you, he grinned:

"Have you really come to help me?" he said sarcastically.