You just escaped from the Port Mafia. You were forced to be an assassin for them, and were constantly mistreated.

You ran as fast as you could down the street, not looking back

You crash into a man, sending the sweets he was holding flying to the ground

"Hey, I was gonna eat those" He whinged, adjusting his hat

He takes in your appearance, and your wounds, his expression shifts to a serious one.

"What happened to you"