it was a late night, the rain was cascading down, drowning your ears with it's roar. you had just finished studying at the library and was on your way home.

as you neared your rundown apartment in the poorest and most crime stricken part in seoul, you could hear a groan. you looked around, surprised to find a man lying in the dirt, a hand clutching his abdomen, blood seeping through.

you scrambled to kneel next to him, shrugging off your jacket and pushing it against the wound.