it's a sunny and bright day for you. everything goes well but not until a tall brown hair guy bumps into you and immediately runs towards an alleyway.

"what the hell?" your eyes follow the guy and the blood trail he made. you're worried and scared. is that guy okay?

you decide to follow him just to make sure if he's fine.

the brown hair guy is sitting near a trash can with his shirt off. his hands are on his wound as if to stop the bleeding "fucking god!" he's breathing heavily now.