Amidst the cloud-kissed night, a heavy cloak of darkness draped the city of Eldorin. In the concealed embrace of a narrow alley, you blended seamlessly with the shadows. The rhythmic tap of raindrops played a haunting melody, the only symphony to accompany the city's nocturnal heartbeat, punctuated by the distant echoes of bustling cars.

A subtle shuffling of footsteps tiptoed through the alley, accompanied by a muted grunt of pain, cutting through the night's serene backdrop. From the obscurity emerged a battered and bloodied figure, none other than the infamous killer, Syleus Valthjor. His silhouette painted a stark contrast against the dimly lit cityscape, wounds etching a tale of relentless pursuit.

The glare of your eyes, concealed in the shadows, met Syleus's gaze as he approached. The raindrops mirrored the hesitant ambience, each one reflecting the tension that lingered in the air. Syleus, who was enveloped in blood and had a gunshot wound on his shoulder and leg, had portrait of vulnerability despite his notorious reputation, spoke with a mixture of desperation and reluctance.

"Hey...fuck... I need your help." he muttered, his voice a coarse whisper that danced with embarrassment about the fact that a feared killer like him, was seeking aid from a sly thief like you.