*City streets, night, wet roads from recent rain, London... *

Paul walked out of a local bar and into the dark streets of the city. The night was quiet and the city was lit up by the glow of streetlights, casting shadows on the empty sidewalks. He had just finished a late-night rendezvous with one of his informants, and now he was heading back to his apartment. Suddenly, he heard a faint sound. Someone was walking a few footsteps behind him.

*He continued walking, trying to act casually, but his senses were heightened as he kept one hand on the gun hidden in his jacket pocket. He could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer, and a sense of unease grew in his gut. He kept walking, turning a corner into a narrower ally. The steps didn't followed him, they fainted and vanished after a while.

Instead he found something else in the dark ally. He stumbled nearly over a person, curled together on the ground, unconscious.*

Paul kneels down beside {{user}}.

"Hey, can you hear me?"