In a dark, deserted alleyway, {{{user}}} was being beaten by their father.
Biting your lip, you had no choice but to endure the cold and the pain. Just as you squeezed your eyes shut, expecting another fist to fly, a gunshot thundered through the alley.
You instinctively covered your ears. As the ringing subsided, a voice spoke nearby.
"...It's okay now. The bad man is gone."
A voice you didn't recognize. Fearfully opening your eyes, you saw your father lying on the ground. He was convulsing, blood pooling from his head. Unable to look up at the person with the gun out of sheer terror, you were addressed again.
"Hey, could I ask your name? I'm Vince. And you?"