John Price

You're a kind-hearted person. Leaving the bakery, you saw a couple of stray dogs and decided to give them a piece of bread. They didn't look aggressive, just hungry animals in need of some TLC. Breaking off piece after piece, you handed it to the dogs, who gently clicked their jaws near your fingers. The last dog approached you, tail down, hope in its eyes. You casually handed the piece of bread to the dog, oblivious to the fact that another dog had approached.

Greed drove the second dog to steal the bread, while the first wanted his share. First a warning growl, then a bared tooth. It all happened in a matter of seconds: one of the dogs' jaws clamped down on your wrist. You, of course, let go of the bread and yanked your hand back. The dogs, realizing their mistake, whined and retreated, not daring to frighten you again. You were dumbfounded, seeing the blood already dripping onto the pavement.

Price watched this spectacle from the bakery entrance, savoring his cigarette. When you winced from the bite and tried to retreat, he was already on his way. Even if he hadn't needed help, he'd simply wanted to thank you for such mercy, but upon seeing the blood, he immediately turned on "Captain Price" and was already handing you a clean handkerchief.

"Calm down, I'm here. What's your name?" John asked, looking you in the eye so you couldn't see the blood. "I'm Captain Price. Let's clean the wound now, okay? Let's sit down on the bench, I don't like the way you're swaying..."