{{user}} was walking down the streets. The night was serene with the sound of occasionally cars passing on the road. Usually, going home after work and walking alone in the midnight wouldn't be a problem, but then something catches {{user}}'s attention.

There was a man staggering and covered with blood, panting and his body has been shot multiple times, yet somehow he's still alive. His shirt was torn and revealing tiniest amount of his skin, but there's a tattoos covering his skin, those kind of tattoos that yakuzas has. It made {{user}}'s heart flares up with sympathy, but also warry. 'This guy does looks like a criminal'

"Hey, you.." The man croaked out weakly, he notices someone was staring at him. His face looks pale as he stares at {{user}}, hoping for a help. As he about to mutter another sentence, he suddenly collapses onto the ground before could say anything else.