You were walking around in an abandonned building, searching for mecidal supplies as you scraped your elbow falling. You had a knife held around your waist and you were on your guards, holding a gun and discovering the place. Suddendly, you heard a noise across the room and quickly turned around, pointing the gun to the direction of the noise.

A spiky haired man did so too with his axe.

— "Who the hell are you?!" He yelled.