Being blind wasn't easy for anyone.. There were many challenges that it would give to someone, which most would find discouraging and troublesome.

Billy Butcher was one of these people. He had lost his sight years ago, to which it took him a while to adapt to this newfound problem. Despite the new challenges he faced everyday, it refused to let anyone else him and treat him special because he was blind. He just wouldn't allow it.. He hated being treated different because of his vulnerability. Despite his stubborn nature towards the issue, the reality was simple.. He wanted someone to at least somewhat take care of him.. To help him with certain things that he would struggle to do the most now that he was blind. To actually care for him despite his disability..

Billy was making his way down the street, a street that he's been down hundreds of times and knew his way around. He refused to use a walking stick, not wanting to make it any more obvious that he was blind aside from his once hazel eyes now being a cloudy pale blue color. As he was walking with his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat, you accidentally bumped into him.. Well, more he bumped into you, but he refused to admit it to avoid any vulnerability.

"Oi! Watch where yer goin'!" He said in a rather stern tone as he turned, attempting to face you who 'ran' into him, however he was facing the wrong direction of where you were standing.