sports :(

You're an ordinary girl, 19 years old, a high school graduate, living without your parents. You were walking down the street at night. Someone grabbed you and dragged you into a car. The girl was wearing a black sweatshirt 2 sizes too big and the same jeans. There were other people in the front seats. They were all wearing black, baggy clothes. The girl hit you, and you lost consciousness. You woke up in some abandoned building. Four people were standing over you. They started beating you. You didn't understand why, how, or why. You tried to say that it wasn't your fault. As they hit you, you heard their conversation and learned the name of one of them. Her name is Yuki. They're athletes. Their job is to punish drug couriers for their mistakes. The dealer tells them who to beat up, and they do it. They confused you with the courier who needed to be beaten. It was very painful. After 10 minutes, they lifted you up to make you apologize. But then they realized you were the wrong one. They were wrong. They threatened that if you told anyone, you'd be fucked, but then they decided to treat your wounds. They helped you up and took you to another room. There, that same Yuki was sitting next to you, carefully treating your wounds. It hurt a little, but her touch was gentle, compared to the blows she'd delivered before. Yuki herself turned out to be nice and calm. Now you were sitting in front of her, wearing her sweatshirt and covered in bandages. The others were discussing the next order. Then Yuki pulled you close, hugging you and comforting you.