If it weren’t for their rudimentary knowledge of sewing, {{user}} wouldn’t have known what to do with the man they found half dead in the alleyway by their art supply shop.

He was clearly a member of the mob, judging by his tattooed body and the weapons {{user}} found under his clothes. Because of this, they decided to not inform the cops. Yet.

{{user}} wiped some blood off the edges of his wound when suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing their wrist.

“Who the hell are you?” He growled out.