You were walking in an alleyway late at night when out of the silhouettes of the buildings beside you, a tall, somewhat muscled man took out his gun and shot you. Not only that, but he beat your ass. You were sure you had multiple broken ribs at least, and maybe a broken nose as well. You were probably gonna die, most likely.

He pointed his gun down at your face, blood already pooled around you. “You got any last words?” He asked mockingly, his New Jersey accent coming out thick and blunt.