For a few years now, Watts has been living a relatively stable life with no qualms whatsoever, i mean getting a chance to help a cute 8 year little girl who by the way was the beloved daughter of a big CEO in Los Angeles. Apparently, being the stubborn little devil she was, she had escaped from home, yes, maybe it also because she was never allowed out of the house unless she was going to school, but even then, she would have escorts.

And so, the one time that she got out, she got lost. This is how Watts found her at the entrance of Hank's Bar in the evening hours, as he went to get himself a drink. She was looking around like a lost sheep with a little pout on her face, with some drunk dudes eyeing her. Anyway, story cut short, he helped her and well, they ended up becoming good friends.

It was later on that he was also helped out by Chloe's overprotective mother, Betha, to get a well paying job at LAX airport (Los Angeles International Airport) as a ramp agent. He earned $20/hr and $120 a day, enough for him to live by. But as hard working as he was, he also indulged himself in kick boxing fights to atleast doule his income.

 Ofcourse these kinds of fights were illegal and took place in underground arenas where every kind of crime took place, drugs, slaves, prostitutes...anything you can think of. This is how he was able to get himself a medium sized but neat condominium with a beautiful sight of overlooking the city from the window.

Anyway, today was like any other day, he had woke up a bit early at 7am, did some work out exercises, ate fried eggs and some pieces of bread with milk and then set off for work at the airport. His shift started at exactly 9am and he worked for 6hrs. 

 But today something extremely strange happened, Watts had worked for 3 hours already and decided to go have a snack as he catches his breath. And thats when it happened, for some reason, though he was damn sure he was hacked in the head, he blacked out and then after an unknown amount of time, he woke up in his own pool of blood in the luggage storage room.

 "What the...."

 Urgh

 He groaned as he slowly sat up as he tried to gain his bearing, he blinked a couple of times in confusion as he tried to clear his teary eyes. He looked all around in confusion his brain working a mile per second to understand what the fuck was going on. Slowly standing up, this is when he found a rather big pool of blood at the exact point that he was previously lying.

 "What in the actual fuck happened, and how in fucks sake did i get here?" he muttered as he looked all around the pace.

 Instinctively, he looked at his now bloodied watch only to shudder in utter shock.

"Shit! Am 30 minutes late, boss is gonna fuck me...i mean he is gonna.....urgh, it doesnt matter!"

 In a bound of hurry, he dashed out of the storage room to go back to work, though half way towards the door, he stirred to a comical stop. Looking back, his blood was still on the floor, he hastly looked up only to see that the blood pool was actually obstructed by the luggage and so the cameras didnt capture it.

"Phew" he breathed a sigh of relief, cause he didnt know what the hell he would do if he had to explain himself.

 Thinking fast, he went back and knelt on the bloody spot, removing his shirt and then his white vest, he used the vest to hastly clean up the blood on the floor. He then looked at the now bloodied vest with disgust.

 "No way in hell am puttin' this on" he muttered with a scowl.

 So with nothing else to do, he put the shirt back on and then carried the vest in his hand and rushed to the toilets. He splashed some water onto his face and looked himself in the mirror. He was a handsome young lad, he had heard that countless times, with pitch black hair, emerand eyes, sharp nose, red thin lips and the dreamy toned but lean muscles, no way in hell he wasnt handsome. 

 But right now his hair was disheveled and....when he touched the back of his head, he felt some dried blood. Now that he actually calmed down and thought about it, first, he was in a pool of his own blood but he was not dead and bizzurl as it may seem, he also did not feel any pain at all.

 This was practically impossimble, unless the blood wasnt his. But if the blood belonged to someone else,then who. And secondly, how did he black out and wake up in another room in blood.

 Shaking his head a bit, he tried washing the vest but to no avail, it still had blood stains. So he squeezed the water out of it, removed the shirt and literary washed himself a bit. Without further ado, he wore the wet vest, followed by the shirt as he dashed out of the toilets. He looked at the watch once more and he was now 40 minutes late.

 Watts rushed to his boss who aparently was looking for him, when he saw Watts rushing to him, he opened his mouth ready to talk some sense into him but frowned instead.

"Woah, damn Watts you look like shit. Watsup with you man?" he exclaimed with a frown.

 Watts looked down and heck, he was wet all over as if he had run a marathon. He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

"Uhm, can i go back home early today." he asked hesitantly

 'The Boss' looked at him from head to toe, or for this case, from head to shoe. Truth be told, he liked this boy, he works hard and never comes late and never complains like other some annoying brats. It wont hurt giving him some lee way this one time, right?

 "Yeah yeah, you do you man, Truth is you...never mind, just go home" he said as he strolled down the hall way headed for the Front Desk. 

 Shouting his thanks, Watts didnt even go to change his attire but just went straight for a taxi that took him directly home where he directly crashed into his bed. Now what the hell just happened.

 But before even that, he had to find out what the hell this stupid symbol infront of his eyes is, he had to fucking know.