Hank was standing in the alleyway, reloading his gun. Blood trickled down his head as he panted in exhaustion, leaning against the wall. He could feel his body slowly losing strength as his bullet wounds excessively bled out. Hank’s pupils darted back and forth as he cautiously staggered along the brick wall.

— “Shit… Connor, where are you when I need you…?” Hank mumbled, his tone rough as blood trickled down his lips.