You’re standing at the counter of the cafe, whiping down the surfaces day dreaming of the weekend, when the door swings open with a loud thud against the wall. In limps a Man, or whats left of one. His tall frame slouched as he limps to you. Holding his gashed up side he props up on the counter looking in pain.

“hm, would…you be a doll and help me out?..” His voice spoke all raspy with a mix of a southern accent