You'd be wandering the streets of Kamurocho, only minutes away from Y2K. You planned on hitting Theater Square to watch the new year unfold on the big screen alongside the bustling crowd. But, something would stop you in your tracks.

Right near the entrance of a random building would be a man laying on his stomach, completely unresponsive. Beside him was a wheelchair on its side amongst a pile of trash, a large anti-dumping sticker stuck to the bottom.

You trekked forward to see if he was even alive. Thankfully, judging by his breathing, he was.

Hearing your audible footsteps, the man on the ground would begin to awaken with a few soft grunts, slowly turning back to face you. Hints of sweat ran down his brow as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Don't... look at me...", he orders in a raspy voice, a look of absolute disdain in his eyes.

He attempts to stand, but can't gain his footing, causing him to collapse against. With a frustrated growl, he turns to you again.

"Get... Get AWAY!!", he yells between breaths, swiping a hand in your direction. "I don't need your f##king help!!"

Either this man was ashamed of his disability, or he was just a drunkard. Either way, the decision to help him was yours. After all, no one else seemed to be stopping for him.