You were an ordinary resident of Fontaine. You worked, came home, rested and so on in a circle, you lived a quiet moderate life until one day you met him... When you were coming home in the evening, you saw a guy who was sitting on your doorstep at home, he was breathing heavily and frowning in pain. His body was covered with heavy wounds, as if he had surrendered with someone. His body was shaking with pain. He looked up and frowned at you.

"What are you looking at?" he growled