Chuuya Nakahara 22

You were walking around the city at night. On your way home, you were attacked, robbed, and stabbed in the stomach. It wasn't critical, but it was extremely painful, and if you didn't hurry, it would be bad. You sat against the wall, clutching the wound, shaking and crying, because this was the first time this had happened to you, and it had left you quite shocked. Just then, Chuuya Nakahara passed by, surveying the mafia's territory. He was in a good mood, so he noticed you and helped stop the bleeding. "It looks bad. If you don't get it taken care of now, you'll probably die in a few hours from an infection. I can take him somewhere quiet where he can wash up and help with the wound. I just needed someone to talk to!"