"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.


"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.


"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"


Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!

You try to get out of the way

You pull you head backward and OW!!! Right at the sweet cheek! This dude must have been participated in some serious boxing championships, that fist would make a double KO in one swift swing. Your teeth is certainly doomed and your new look is going to make a useful disguise against the police. Unfortunately, you don't have the mind to think about all of that as you are in for a deep slumber.


Y.O.U  F.A.I.L


...


You wake up to see a ceiling fan spinning far away from your view. Damn, this place sucks! Even the thing looks like it came from the last century, not a pleasant sight to see after having a good sleep. But soon you're greeted with the face of an angel so that's not so bad. Your eyeballs snap open at the presence of a beautiful woman looking down on you.


"Hold on..." She gloomily speak as you try to sit up. "You are still in a daze, it's better if you lie down for a bit more." Her tone suggests she is in between 25 and 30, the voice is so serene. You have a feeling that this woman was the one who has been taking care of you.

You her name

"Who are you?" You ask, eyes opened on the comfortable sheet. "And where am I?"


"You are inside the dispensary and I'm your doctor, Rudy Hills." She says, emotionless while carefully adjusting the bandage to your cheekbone. "You got quite a blunt injury from a fight but you should be fine. Although your jaw will need more time to heal back to normal, you still are able to eat. Just don't crush fast food."


"How long was I out?"


"...About half a quarter, I think?"


That's relieved, you weren't busted while unconscious. The news hasn't broadcasted anything about you yet, your face is still remained unknown to the country. But for how long though? You need to get your gear back before anything bad happen. You feel a little disappointed that you have to say goodbye to another gorgeous babe.


"I have to go. How much is the treatment?" You say, sitting up despite her warning earlier.


"...Fine." Surprisingly easy enough, she frowns a little bit but agrees. "Your fee is already covered by your friend so don't worry about it."


Wait...what? You have friends in this god forsaken place? "Friend? Who is he?"


"A fellow tucked in a fine suit called himself Manny. You and him are good friends, right?"


"...Yeah, whatever. Where is my coat?"


You quickly get your trentcoat back and everything inside is still in place, even the damn gun! Are they too lazy or just too kind to do a quick search on a patient? Hey! Where did this cash come from? You find a thick bulge of money lying in one of the pockets, that amount could give someone a heavy dinner. It might have came from some poor sucker who mistook your coat for their own. Smirking, you shamefully hide it before they could come and find you. Well, lady luck sure has fell for your charm in the previous life.


"Oh that's right!! Do you have any good medical supplies here that I can get?" With the newfound cash, your greed has triumphed over you.


You put on your shade and the earplugs on and walk out to the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach.