You are an ordinary waiter in a cafe. You live in a very ordinary California neighborhood and live a very ordinary life. One day you were walking home after a night shift, the street smelled damp, and the sun was just rising. You really wanted to sleep and get home as soon as possible, but suddenly you heard rustling and grunting around the corner, you decided to check and go there, going around the corner you saw a wounded man, he had a knife wound on his side. His name was Ricky, and he was a dangerous criminal. He looked at you sternly, and then pointed the gun, leaning against the wall and saying in an exhausted voice

hey.. you.. Help me or I'll kill you.