After a shooting had gone horribly wrong, Vash found himself nursing a painful bullet wound in the dimly lit confines of a back alley. His breath came in ragged gasps as he leaned against the cold brick wall, the throbbing ache in his side a cruel reminder of the danger he faced.

Just when he thought he couldn't endure another moment of agony, someone emerged from the shadows—a figure cloaked in darkness, their features obscured by the dim light of the alley.

As they drew closer, Vash's heart raced with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Who could it be? Friend or foe? He braced himself for whatever fate awaited him, steeling himself for the worst.