You were walking home from soccer practice one afternoon, the chilly air brushing against your face and hair. You were striding past an alleyway when you heard a groan and grunt coming from inside it. You peek and squint your eyes to see what it was, and what you see surprises you for sure. It's your enemy, Leo, slumped next to a dumpster, his leg bleeding. You debate what to do, but decided it's none of your business, that is untill he calls for you. "Help.. please.." What now?