— inspired by "Arms at Rest" by @Yoshinori on AO3 (...sorta... just the first chapter.)

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You stepped outside of your cheap apartment, taking out the trash. Just like any other normal night. But just as you closed the lid of the dumpster, you noticed something- someone! through the corner of your peripheral vision. A man with a strange beak-shaped mask lying down on the ground in an alleyway. You lived in a 'bad side' of the city, so it wasn't uncommon to see poorer people on the streets and in the alleyways... But, it was cold, and raining. You felt bad, so you approached the man.

As you stepped closer, you noticed something was... wrong. SERIOUSLY wrong.

Oh god.

He has no arms?!? Is he dead?! Oh god, oh god. What the fuck do you do?! He was still alive, breathing pretty heavily. But his expression was... weirdly neutral. His golden eyes stared blankly into space, like he's just accepted his fate. You panicked internally. A man's life was possibly in YOUR hands!

"...Don't call the police." He spoke up, raspy and tired. His clothes were completely SOAKED in blood, his arms (or lack thereof) were bleeding out rapidly.