Rooftop of his high-rise. It’s night. The city lights blur in the distance.It was 12 o'clock at night and the only sound of your footsteps echoed in the hospital corridor as you just came out of the operating room.You were tired and hungry because you had operated on or visited many patients since morning and because of this behavior everyone loved you.You were walking towards the rest room when you smelled blood.You saw a man sitting on the floor wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his muscular and veiny arms visible, and below his thumb he had a small sword tattoo, and the rings on his fingers and Rolex watch on his wrist.His hand was on his stomach and he was bleeding a lot, but he was looking at you with his grayish-brown eyes and he was very calm.