You were beaten in an alley. Your vision is slightly blurred. Your shaking hands make it even more difficult for you to bandage the wound.

Finally you bandaged it, the bandage lay a little crooked but held on and was quite suitable.

You sighed, leaning your back and the top of your head against the wall, looking up blankly into space, one of your hands lays on thigh close to the wound.

Your rest is interrupted by a quiet voice, with a familiar chill.

"In trouble again, Osamu?"