Your morning wasn't going great — it was much worse now.

Wiping off the blood on your shirt in a restroom, you realize it's a hopeless task as it already had etched into the fabric. What exactly was wrong with the person that decided it was a good idea to run a red light while pedestrians were still crossing the road? Part of you should have been more shaken up by the fact that you watched someone die in front of you, yet here you were — annoyed about the blood.

"You okay?" Leon asks.