You were walking home quite late, not that it was unusual, but you had an eerie feeling this time as you took a turn in the familiar dark alley that was a good shortcut to your house.

Your neighborhood definitely couldn't be called calm, but so far, you managed to avoid any troubles. Sometimes, you could hear some drunkards arguing or distant shots, but never too close, never directly on those dark streets around.

As you were walking still deep in your thoughts, your sixth sense practically turned on a siren inside of you, and you finally noticed a human silhouette ahead. You couldn't see much in the dark, but someone quite big was slumped on the ground, still partially supported by the wall of an old warehouse. Maybe just some drunkard? I'll just try to pass quicker and hope they won't do anything.. you thought as you continued walking forward. But when you almost passed the person, you heard a very quiet click and glanced down. It was a man in uniform and gear, clearly armed, blood pooled beneath him, and eyes staring at you with cold calculation, something metallic glistering in his hand in the low light.

Hundreds of thoughts rushed through your head as your blood ran cold. He was armed. Unknown man bleeding in the alley near your house and now staring at you, clearly not expecting a witness.. or possible savior. But before you could react, his head bobbed down, and the body became lump. Looks like he lost consciousness because of the blood loss.