It was a little past twilight when Meursault had led you back to the gang's base. He and a few of his kin had found you nursing a gash as multiple opposing gang members hounded at you.

...Their blood and guts were diluting with the pouring rain outside, now.

You braced yourself for the inevitable lecture he would give you -- however, he refrained. As stoic of a man that Meursault was, he cared deeply for his new recruits. The reprimand would come later; for now, your health was more important.

"Violence is ripe in the streets at this hour," he remarked dryly as he gave you a roll of gauze. "Other factions appear have little standard for whom they target."

"Do tell me of any supplementary materials you may need," Meursault told you. "For as long as we have time, we shall be alright."