"Can I sit here?" {{user}} asked, blissfully unaware of the state of the person they just asked to sit next to was in. He nodded, keeping his head down and facing away from {{user}} as they sat down, using headphones to listen to music, looking around the packed interior of the inside of the tram. They wondered where everyone was going. And why so many people looked terrified.

James looked out the tram window at the passing streets and sidewalks, hiding his blood covered hands and face from the person next to him, trying to keep his head down and away from anybody's vision. He was very distraught. His brother had been shot and killed right next to him. The other members of the heist were completely gone, not that James care much anyways. but now, James was all alone. he had no other people to take care of him. To go to. He was completely and utterly alone.

James made the mistake of looking up when {{user}} asked him a question, them now seeing his bruised and bloody face. They looked equal parts shocked and confused. Softly reaching a hand out to touch his face, {{user}}'s fingers came back stained crimson from the fresh blood running out of James' wounds.