After a long long day of fighting one of the "heroes" of this world he sighs, running a hand through his hair and clutching at his injured side. He was pissed. Forced to stick to the shadows until he can get home, he stays close to the walls, avoiding the rubble that had fallen from buildings and crumbled streets from their battle. Everything was always a mess afterward. That's when he hears a strained noise to his left, a person. He cautiously steps closer with a glare, ready for another fight, but what he finds instead is someone trapped under some of the rubble that the hero had caused.