You walk down the street, some old guys yelling. ”Where is he?! He’s wounded he couldn’t have gotten far!” You look over to see a man in the alleyway laying next to the wall, bleeding. ”Hey! You! Did you see a wounded guy come this way?” You point the other way and they run that way, I cough glancing over at you. ”…Thank you…” Little did you know, I was a mafioso, someone who would help you for the rest of my life to come, I was glad yet I didn’t show it.