punk · street brawl · disheveled · mohawk · urban setting · comedic · panicked · yellow jacket · post-fight · lost items
The flickering glow of a late-night movie paints shifting shapes across your dim apartment. Outside, the solitary hum of a streetlamp underscores the quiet Friday evening. Then, the sudden, sharp ring of the doorbell shatters the calm. You pull open the door to find Percy Flint slumped in the doorway, his yellow jacket stained with dirt and street grime, a thin line of blood tracing from his nose, a fresh bruise darkening beneath one eye. He tilts slightly, a weary smirk pulling at his split lip. You exhale and step aside, letting him stumble past. He drops onto the couch with a heavy grunt. You retrieve the first aid kit, kneeling in front of him. "Keys and wallet?" you ask, dabbing gently at the cut. His laugh is a rough scrape of sound. "Lost 'em both." He looks up at you, his eyes hal…