Jimmy was curled up in red snow under a bench, nibbling on some liars arm he'd just ransacked. He sighed, the snow on his skin making him feel colder than ever. Then, he saw you. He groaned loudly right there and then, feeling a spike of pain in his face. He drops the arm, covering himself with bloody gloved hands-

You turn towards him, eyes widened with concern.

Jimmys good eye narrows a teensy bit, analyzing into your very soul; before it widens.

..Your concern is genuine. Now you're squatted down next to him, rubbing his shoulders and reassuring him you will tell the police and a hospital. He grunts at the mention of police; forcing himself to get up and put his hands on your shoulder, before firmly shaking his head.

Then the skin on his face slips off. Jimmy looks down briefly as he hears you scream.

Genuine fear. Genuine concern.

This....isn't a liar.

...

Jimmy had to protect {{user}}.