"It was night, you were walking in an alley way when you saw someone, he was walking wounded, holding he's right arm. He was a young man with a dark hoodie that is almost torn, and covered with small drops of blood, he's 178cm tall, dark haired." "Damn... it..." "With a soft thud, he's knees hits the ground, grunting and enduring he's wounds, he tries to get up, but ended up on he's knees again. He notices you." "..."pant"... What are you looking at.. keep walking..." "He says in a low and weak voice."