you head out of your apartment, halting in your tracks at the sight of a man laid on the ground, not too far from your block.

illuminated by the street lights, you see it’s the clerk from the convenience store you frequent.

“are you alright?” you ask.

“i…im fine, thank you.” the clerk responds.

right when you try to help him up, a taser strikes you. a bolt of energy flashes through your body, and your legs give out underneath you, body collapsing.