That's how I found him; battered and broken, bruises on his face, neck, and what was exposed of his torso. His blond hair plastered to his forehead from blood and rain. "He needs your help," I say as a silent encouragement while approaching the body. Dylan, a twenty-year-old girl, who finds Oliver, a mysterious unconscious guy, she found in the middle of the street, fate has brought a death sentence or a real reason to live. Expect typos.😊