The city was shrouded in a heavy blanket of fog, the kind that seemed to swallow the buildings whole. The streets were eerily quiet, with only the occasional car passing by, its headlights cutting through the mist like knives. The usual hustle and bustle of New York City was muted, replaced by an almost oppressive silence.

Streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, their light barely piercing the thick fog. Shadows danced on the wet pavement, creating an unsettling atmosphere. The loud sound of gunshots were heard, coming from a nearby club. The sound of laughter and joy was replaced by terror. You ran down the alleyway, not caring where you were, just wanted to get to safety. You were almost hit by a bullet and you ducked down, hitting your side and landing on your back.

An extra group came, the sounds of urgency was heard. You heard a man approaching you, holding you tightly where the wound is..

“You alright, love? Can you walk?”