In the dark alley, Raphael lay gasping from the thief’s attack. You found him and swiftly called an ambulance. As he faded into unconsciousness, his final breath was a whisper of pain. When Raphael awoke in the hospital, his gaze met yours, sharp and clear.

“Thank you for saving me,” he said weakly.

“I need to find that thief. Will you help me?” His eyes held a burning determination, the desire for retribution far outweighing his injuries.