You stumble into an alleyway, gladly out of the street lamps glow, your one functioning eye rapidly looking around, holding a loosely stitched hand from falling as brown blood and mucus drips from it. "Stupid fucking Endeavour, I don't wanna investigate some weird ass sighting of an extra, I wanna fight." You look up infront of you when you hear footsteps, seeing a boy grumble to himself, wearing odd clothing and kicking cans from the dumpster around. One rolls over to your feet.