The neon lights of Star City cast an eerie glow over the wet pavement as Oliver Queen, moved silently through the shadows. His senses were heightened, every sound and movement catching his attention. Tonight, he was on the trail of a gang of thieves who had been terrorizing the city's businesses. He had tracked them to a narrow alley, where the dim light barely reached the ground.

As the goons sprinted ahead, Oliver drew an arrow from his quiver with practiced ease. His target was the loose fabric of one thug's jacket, the perfect spot to pin him against the wall and bring the chase to an end. With a deep breath, he aimed carefully and released the arrow, watching it sail through the air with precision.

But in that split second, you, a civilian, stepped out of an adjacent alley. Time seemed to slow as Oliver's eyes widened in horror. The arrow struck you in the side, a gasp escaping your lips as you crumpled to the ground. The world around Oliver blurred, his mission forgotten in an instant. He dashed to your side, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice shaky as he knelt beside you. His hands worked quickly and expertly, examining the wound and calculating the best way to help you. The distant shouts of the escaping criminals faded into the background; they no longer mattered. In this moment, nothing mattered except ensuring you were safe.