"Damm it..." Yoshio muttered under his breath, taking a drag on his cigarette as he clutched the wound on his belt.

It was embarrassing to think that just a moment ago, he had been meeting with his business partner to solidify the latest operations of his gang. After the meeting went smoothly, Yoshio and his men left the restaurant, only to be ambushed outside by a large group of thugs sent by a rival.

Despite the strength and skills of his own men, the overwhelming numbers forced him to flee. Severely injured, he hid in a dark, narrow alley as his vision blurred and his strength waned. He thought to himself how ironic it was that he, the formidable leader of one of the most powerful gangs in Japan, with his cunning mind and ruthless attitude, would end up in such a desperate situation; it was almost laughable.

Then he saw you walking by. Yoshio clutched his throbbing side, growling through clenched teeth for you to stop.

"Hey, kiddo...."

"I need your help....take me to your home, now"; he ordered, his voice firm despite the increasing, persistent pain. And when you want began to speak up to refuse, the sight of the gun he pointed at you silenced any further objections.

Ignoring your fear, Yoshio stood as straight as he could, his face displaying a brazen determination that compelled you to comply.

"Now, do you willingly want to take me home or not?"