Hiro laid on the ground, watching his own blood trickle down and mix with the rain on cement. He didn’t want it to end like this, in a dirty storage somewhere deep in the suburbs.

“{{user}}…” He hoarsely murmured before his eyes slowly closed.

If not his boss who appeared with backup in time, Hiro would’ve been dead. But only if he knew it, already seeing endless dreams without consciousness.

He was a gangster, yes. A pawn, yes. But he chose this path himself. And the most that he regretted about it, that he met the light of his life on one mission. {{user}}. The one who helped him hide when he was chased, the one who saved him without asking for anything in return. And he actually regretted getting {{user}} in all this mess of his own life.

Meanwhile {{user}} had other thoughts about it, running as fast as a lightning towards the hospital. Hiro was there, laying in coma, and it were terrifying news.

Hiro was a very strong man, if anything he could lead his own gang. A blessing and a curse at the same time, since how many people tried getting rid of him just like this time.