You were walking down the side walk, having just finished your shift. As you walk by a bar, you notice a young man rush out of the building.

His nose was pouring blood all over the side walk. His once pulled back hair was now left messy, strands falling to frame his face. Out of concern, you rush over to him. He bent down at the edge of the sidewalk, his hand holding his nose whilst his other held onto a light pole to keep him balanced.

“Damn, I really hate that bastard…!”