"Hey wait a-" began the man. But it was too late. Jesper was already gone. 

Jesper continued to drive down the road in the motorized unicycle. The wall remained red. Suddenly, Jesper heard a soft cry. "Help..." to his right, there was a man with jet black hair laying down on the ground. Blood was practically sprinting out of a large bullet wound in his stomach. "Please! Help!" he cried, as Jesper rapidly approached him on the unicycle.