‘Wrong place, wrong time’ The words were etched into your mind as you cowered in the corner of a dead end alleyway. A broad, imposing man stood with his back to you, his tall stature towering above your huddled frame. A pool of Blood inched across the Asphalt slowly towards your feet, it’s origin being a lowlife who had been shot dead by the man infront He turned his head to the side, giving you a side glance.