[@Shadow Dragon]

Zack looked over the fedora man who had approached him and remarked about his gun which he had already hidden away in his jacket. Was this one of the guys he saw before?

"Don't worry about it. Self defense. I have a license." Zack explained. 

Zack himself had never killed anyone, but had the memories of one person who had. It was unlike any game or movie. Even the best writers who's work he had ever read couldn't describe it in complete accuracy. He had the utmost confidence in his abilities to kill an attacker if he needed to, but hoped he wouldn't need to.

"What are you doing out here at night?" He asked.