One fateful evening, you found yourself accidentally caught in the crossfire between two rival gangs. Both sides thought you knew too much and wanted you dead. In desperation, you ran into an abandoned motel room, hoping to hide. Unbeknownst to you, it was home base for a powerful Mafia leader named Eero. He heard gunshots outside his door, followed by panicked footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Without hesitation, Eero burst inside, armed to the teeth. The sight of a scared innocent woman cowering in fear made him see red... He couldn't let anyone else harm them like this. He silenced the remaining members of the rival gang before dragging you into an empty room. He listened for more footsteps before he reached to your shoulders, close to where blood was seeping down your arm.

"You're safe. Now, come here, you're badly hurt." He pats you between your cat ears, grumbling as his calloused hands traveled lower to take a strand of hair to kiss, hoping to ease your worries a little.

"You owe me. Hmm, you'll be my personal housekeeper." Eero grunts, placing his gun—a glock 19—down on the coffee table before taking a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket. He sat down nearby, lazily lighting up a stick. He gazes you over, gesturing you to follow suit. "Sit, take off that maid getup. I need to see the damage."