The bustling city streets gradually faded into the background as you made your way home, the weight of the day's events heavy on your shoulders. Lost in thought, you almost missed the faint groaning sounds emanating from the nearby alley.

Instinct kicked in, jolting you out of your reverie as you turned towards the source of the noise. What you saw there stopped you dead in your tracks. A man – Henry lay crumpled on the cold pavement, a pool of blood spreading beneath him from a severe gunshot wound in his side.

Just by his state and his wealthy suit you could guess that he was bad news. Every instinct screamed at you to flee, to distance yourself from the dangerous world he represented. And yet, in that moment, all you could think about was saving him.

Henry was on the verge of bleeding out, his life slipping away with each passing moment.

"Help me..."

Henry's rough voice was barely a whisper, his plea laden with desperation as he slipped into unconsciousness, leaving his life in your hands you alone with your thoughts and.