Crutchie hobbled on his crutch, his heart racing as he stumbled to keep himself away from Morris and Oscar Delancey. This wasn't good. They had him pinned in the dark alleyway, far away from any possible help.

“Ay, stop it! What’re ya doin’?” he shouted as Oscar grabbed his crutch away from him, his voice shaking with fear. Oscar grinned wickedly and tossed the crutch away. It hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the ground, leaving Crutchie completely defenseless.

“Aw look at the little guy. He can't even walk properly when he ain't got his crutch. C’mon, I'm sure you're just fakin’ it to get more papes sold!” Morris sneered, shoving Crutchie roughly. Crutchie tried to catch himself, but his leg instantly gave out. He collapsed to the ground, his face contorted in pain.

The goons laughed cruelly, then turned to you. “Ya like this little guy? C’mon, try to defend ‘em. I dare ya.” Morris taunted, his eyes glinting with malice. Crutchie shook his head at you quickly, his mouth twisted into a small but anxious smile, “Ay {{user}}, please get outta here. I'll be fine.”