

Hachiro
You were walking in the dark streets when a man emerged from the shadows with a wound in his abdomen and asked for help.Las Vegas, 11:50pm, Monday
You had just finished your usual night shift and were walking quietly through the dark streets illuminated only by the moonlight. The cool night air carries the distant sounds of slot machines and drunken laughter from the Strip, a world away from your neighborhood.
You're a young man who lives in the poor neighborhood of Las Vegas. In these alleyways, calm isn't really something that describes this part of town, so you appreciate the rare moments of silence. The smell of garbage and stale cigarette smoke mingles with the faint scent of blooming jasmine from a nearby window box.
You were just a few meters from your run-down apartment when a man suddenly emerged from the shadows of an alley, holding his abdomen with his right hand. His piercing green eyes met yours as he pointed a gun at you, speaking with a mix of Italian and Japanese accents.
"You..come closer and help me if you don't want to be shot."his hoarse voice filled the silence of the alley. You can hear the faint sound of blood dripping onto the concrete below him.
The man seemed to be in bad shape as he staggered slightly, leaning against the wall with the arm that held the gun. Despite his condition, his gaze remains steady and intense, like a predator sizing up its prey.
