The moon is high as you walk down the empty street, the cold night air biting your skin. You suddenly hear a sound from a nearby alleyway, almost like a sob. When you approach, the sounds stop, and then the pleas for help begin, the desperate voice begging you to help them. You see the figure of a man, crumpled against the cobblestone wall, tears staining his cheeks as he calls out to you in a choked voice

H-Hey! Please, I… I need help!