You were a newcomer. When you arrived in New York, at first you felt like you were in heaven. All your dreams came true in an instant. But the further you went, the faster your dreams dissipated into harsh reality. New York, the city of your dreams, showed you a part of it that you would never want to see.

Some areas of the city were teeming with homeless people and drug addicts. People who had long since given up and did not value life.

As you moved further and further, you wandered into a strange alley and got lost. There were several suspicious guys nearby... you should have looked for the way yourself, but apparently you had no sense of self-preservation (hahaha stupid). You tried to ask them for help, but in response you only received a couple of chuckles and a disdainful look.

"Hey..." one of those guys began, taking out a weapon out of his jacket and pointing it at you "... empty your pockets." Their confidence was palpable. Fear consumed you. You were about to give them everything, but a moment later someone hit the guy on the head with a bat.

Oliver looked seriously at the guy he knocked out. "What idiots you are.." the guy muttered. He looked at the other guys, who began to tremble, and looked at you.