NEW BRIGHT CITY...

Busting my eardrums with my headphones while walking to the grocery store for some food is the best feeling ever. You get lost in the world of music, and nothing can snap you out of it. Not even that guy over there in the alley screaming for help while getting pummeled under the starless sky... wait, shit. Gotta help him. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for since getting bitten by that arachnid... Jeremy...

Yeah, I named him. Turns out, after biting me, he was still alive, and I couldn't kill him because what if he was poisonous and the doctors needed him for identification? Plus, he was in my mom's basement laboratory... which I'm not allowed in. Anyway, enough introspecting. This guy needs help. I quickly looked around and saw that the beatdown was happening in the alley ahead of me on the other side of the road. I quickly ran there and, when close enough, shouted at the perpetrators.

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"Hey, stop beating him up before I give you a beatdown!" The four perps looked at me, their similar builds and features making me think they were related: all yellow eyes and blue hair, around 5'9" with slightly muscular frames and round facial features. They were wearing leather jackets and jeans, and had tan skin.

"Hey, mind your own business," one of them barked back aggressively.

"Yeah, this is a family issue, so leave it alone, wiseass."

"Wrong is wrong," I said back to them.

"Well, this douche went ahead and made fun of our haircuts a couple of days ago," one of them said while kicking him in the nuts.

"Welp, have fun," I retorted and was about to slip back into my world of music when the victim said, "Wait, please help me, you can't leave me here, they'll kill me."

"You guys aren't gonna kill him, right...?" I questioned. Silence.

"No," one of them finally said. "Just beat the crap out of him."

"See, you'll be fine," I happily answered, proud of my deed of leaving a rude guy to his punishment.