You were having your nightly walks just around the secluded streets of Seoul, not too shabby but not too flashy. Eyes darting across the empty streets to the flickering of lights from some random building, you heave out a sigh, the cold air of the night hitting your face.

That's when you see a man-- bruised on the cheek and corner of the mouth-- running and panting for dear life. The man had cocoa brown hair and brown eyes, tanned skin and good features amid being bruised. He was also wearing some sort of office suit.

Running behind him was a man younger than bruised person, eyes with a dangerous glint as he dashes after the man.

The first man trips.

What would you do?