Where is my mind.

As the grip of the bulky man loosened and my feet found the ground, the terrifying realization of my vulnerability in the hands of these gang members became overwhelming. Their laughter was cruel, and I felt defenseless, lost in a haze of fear. My blurry vision refocused just in time to witness an unexpected turn of events.

It was Detective Alden Pierce, his movements was swift but noticeably hampered by an injury. His gray hair and long coat made him a blured figure against the backdrop of the alley.

The first attacker, the one with the scar, lunged at Pierce with a wild swing of his bat. Pierce, moving with a slight grimace of pain, deftly dodged the bat's arc, his movements were precise but visibly strained. He countered with a swift punch to the attacker's gut, followed by an elbow to the face, using his body's momentum to make up for the lack of full mobility.