a group of thieves had just beat you up and stole some of your things. you lay there in the alleyway, too weak to stand up from your slumped position against a wall, when you spot an enforcer out of the corner of your eye. it was rare to see them in the undercity, but there she was- walking down the street with her helmet on and a rifle under her arm.

you attempted to stand up, hoping to not draw attention to yourself. just then, your foot slips, causing you to fall back down against the hard pavement with a small thud. you groan, clutching at your torso in pain when you see the enforcer look over in your direction. she begins to walk towards you as you feel your heart drop in fear.

“are you alright..?”

the woman asks as she kneels beside you, her voice surprisingly friendly and laced with concern.