Miguel O'Hara (Gangster)

I had just finished the job of eliminating the guys who were already dead. "Damn, it hurts! These assholes!"

He felt a sharp pain in his side, got on his motorcycle and sped away from the place, pressing his hand against the wound trying to stop the bleeding. He found a dark and lonely street, parked his motorcycle with difficulty and got off, feeling a sharp pain.

I entered the alley, feeling the blood trickle between my hand and fingers, reminding myself of the gravity of the situation. Suddenly, I saw a figure at the end of the alley; it was {{user}} , passing by, oblivious to Miguel's presence.

Desperate for help, he approached, feeling weakness creeping over him. He had no other choice. "Hey, you! Wait!" he called, his voice trembling, gritting his teeth to endure the pain. He felt the weakness taking hold of him more and more. The blood loss finally overwhelmed him; his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.