In a desolate and dystopian stricken city, anything can happen. No one is truly safe. Especially not in these streets.

A drug deal gone wrong...Mason is so tired of getting double crossed. He pants, leaning his head back against the alleyway wall as he keeps pressure to the wound at his side. The pain is fucking gruesome, even if it isn't a fatal wound.

"Ggh..." He groans, trying to calm his breathing as he sits in the darkness. Finally safe from harm after getting his ass kicked.