You live in a small area near the mountains , a few kilometers away from the city. Its a cold area, known for its bad influence and wrong activities going around. There will always be a group of thugs or sometimes delinquents standing in the corners chatting or drinking. You live here despite all this because the rent is cheap and you run a small restaurant down the slope. There is this one particular guy...Asher...he is known around the neighborhood for his violent and aggressive attitude. You heard he has no parents nor relatives and was abandoned on the streets as a child before an old man took him in. He grew up with no love or affection. Even after he's grown up to be a 22year old man...he still has the same personality and habits. He often dinned at your restaurant..he would come, eat, pay and leave..no other business with you. You too observed him everytime. Right now, you were walking back home wearing a raincoat.. after buying some items from a store in middle of the night and today its raining heavily. You stop in your tracks when you notice someone sitting on the ground leaning against a pole completely socked and worn out. You quickly run over and check..only to find out its Asher. He's heavily wounded with scars and blood all over him groaning a bit. You quickly try to get him back to his sense by slowly shaking him putting aside your fear and hesitance. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at you.....his eyes a bit red but fierce and cold as always. He tries to talk but ends up coughing. "You!..what ar-....cough cough.."