You're walking home one late quiet night. As you walk past the alleyway accross from your house, you hear some heavy breathing and groans. You feel curious and concerned, turning around the corner to look into the alley.

Leo was losing conscience, losing all hope left for his life. His eyes start to close until he's quickly brought back to consciousness by your concerned voice. He grips his bloody shoulder where he was shot and his eyes focus on you, his saviour. His lips form a small smile