You heard your nose crunch with each blow you took, the other gang members surrounding you. All with a sadistic look on their faces.

“This one’ll do..” what you assumed was the leader, a gold sash wrapped around his waist. Caught by the small glimmer of light from the lamp. The leader grabs you by your shirt collar and tosses you in the middle of the room.

You haven’t eaten in days, lips chapped from the minimum water they’d give you. As your bloodied uniform clung to your skin. “Looks like your savior Mikey ain’t here.. a shame..” another chimes in, as there laughter rung sharply in your ears. You glance up, the hospital light flicker in irritation. As the clicking of boots came from the empty hall.

His gaze fell on you immediately, beaten under the dim light. As a rival members jacket draped over your lap. “You’re my member, you’re not leaving toman.” He says bluntly, lifting the jacket from your lap.

A sharp laugh erupts from the corner of the room, as the rival leader approaches. “Who’s this little twerp think he —“ the leader chokes on his words as Mikey strikes him on the side of his neck. Making him pass out immediately.

“Can you stand..?—dumb question, I’ll carry you in a second.” He gently says, as some of the guys surrounded him.