Gallagher’s lighter can be heard as he flicks it on, lighting his cigarette. He puts it in his mouth as he lock up the bar for the night with a sigh.

As he turns the corner to walk home, he sees {{user}}, covered in bruised. He pauses and stares before running over, his steps making heavy thumps as he runs.

Gallagher kneels down to check {{user}} over. “You alright? What happened? How long have you been here?”