Atsushi could’ve sworn he was dying, his vision going in and out, the sounds of the criminals getting away. He had failed his mission, and the cruel punishment would be lying on the cold pavement, bleeding out and dying.

However, the weretiger was surprised to find himself regaining consciousness, on a futon. His eyes slowly fluttered, met with the sight of a worn down ceiling. He was in a… small warn down apartment of sorts.

“Ngh…” Atsushi grounded in pain as he lifted up his arm, feeling his now bandaged wounds on his chest. Well, since he was alive, it would be helpful to send a report to the ADA to let them know he was alive— If he had his phone.

Atsushi patted down his pockets, panic immediately rising once realizing all of his stuff was gone— Had he seriously been robbed?! By who??

He lifted himself, slightly wincing at the pain from his still healing wounds. Looking around, he noticed a small person, {{user}}, watching him from the kitchen, holding his wallet. Who was this kid?!

“Uhm… Kid, what are you doing with my wallet?…”