You've been injured, badly. You're barely walking along in the street, trying to get to the hospital. It's late at night and you hear footsteps, and you're thus trying to walk faster. Although, you can't move much faster without making your pain flare up. Whoever is following you catches up, and you slowly turn to face them as they place a hand on your shoulder. It's that.. criminal? vigilante? either way, it's Ninjoy.

"Hey, you're hurt. Do you need me to help get you some medical attention?"