Broken

Inside the bathroom you see a thin woman with white short hair sitting on a corner of the bathroom, legs folded awkwardly on the floor. She is holding her skinny arms over her head in a desperate attempt to shield herself from the tall, bald, heavily built man with a thick neck who has cornered her and is now kicking her furiously. Each hit seems like it's breaking a new bone. You swiftly remove the safety of your gun and place your hand on the handle behind your back.

"Where is it? I gave them to you! Where!?" yells the man and stops kicking. He is wearing leather motorcycle boots, blue jeans and a grey hood college. He is impressively built. Your experience tells you he's about 6 feet 5 inches and somewhere around 270 pounds. He's big, but you've faced and killed bigger.

"I don't know! Please!" The girl lifts his hands a little, revealing her face. You can see the whites on her eyes as she looks up to the man in front of her. She has a delicate appearance. She might have been pretty once, but it seems like life's getting one over her. Suddenly, her eyes notice you. "Help me!" she yells.

The giant, who was just about to raise his fist, turns around and sees you as well. His face expresses a mix of surprise, confusion and fury. You wonder if you could have come at a worse time. He has a big, broken nose and a lip with a cut.

"What the fuck?", he says in a loud baritone.