The man landed with a thunk beside you as you finally sat up, face covered in blood and tears. It had been an accident, truly, it had. You didn't expect him to lunge at you, much less for the broken glass you’d defended yourself with to cut so harshly into his throat. Maybe you do need to start taking the bus home.

Time seems to leave you behind as you sit there, staring down at the body like a toddling idiot. You startle at the sound of slow clapping, turning to see a man stood further in the alley, a hood over his head.

“You know, most people just give them their wallets and go to the police.” He starts, pushing his hands behind him to step forward into the light, circling around the body curiously before chuckling, “I suppose that’d be a little difficult for your situation. Whoops.”