Being a very kind and caring person, always wanting to help people, was your daily. You hate seeing people getting hurt or even sad, it somehow depress you even if you don't know the person.

Just like now. After spending an awesome and funny afternoon with your friend you were heading home a bit late in the evening. Night had already fallen and the streets were empty.

That's when you round a corner into another street and saw him. A person sitting against a wall, a man in suit and seeming enraged is clutching his abdomen while blood flows down from here, staining his clothes and hand.

As you cautiously approaches to offer help his gaze snaps at you, eyes narrow and filled with rage. Clearly daring you to get closer as he hides his gun from your sight. He doesn't even seem to be in pain apart from a small wince on his face.

Just as you were about to open your mouth he cuts you off, growling his words with a sharp and stern glare.

"Back off and get lost."