Sitting in the space between two dumpsters in some back alley, I listen to the sounds around me, completely covered by the dark of the night. It has been an hour already, and several minutes since I have last heard the steps of my pursuers.

The clouds part above me, allowing the moonlight to sink into the alley and giving me the opportunity to assess my injuries. My left hand feels number from pressing against the wound on my right shoulder for so long.

Finally lifting that hand, my fresh gunshot wound comes into vision. Blood trickles down my right arm, pooling on my side. 'I'm gonna make it', speaking to myself.

Covering the wound with my blood soaked shirt once more, I decide to wait for total darkness before escaping this spot. Wondering how long that would be, I look up towards the sky to check for clouds. Atop one of the three-story buildings that make up this alley, the one directly in front of me, the silhouette of a head. Peering down towards me, a pair of deep blue eyes that sparkle.

I more or less have a hunch of who or what that might be. 'It's one of those girls', my thought. Staring back at their gaze, I finally speak out loud towards the figure.

Help.