It had been a fairly good night for Roderich, he went for dinner, alone of course, and he had had a wonderful night walking through the park. Gosh, now that he thought of it, he was like a sentimental old man... Whatever. He loved what he loved, playing piano, drinking fine wine, dinner parties and symphonies. Maybe it was how he dressed that night, maybe it looked like he had a lot of money to spare, which he did, but not on him. Either way, a couple of people didn't just give him an old look as he took the shortcut through the park. No, they thought he was mr. money bags and had at least a hundred dollars to spare in his pockets. This is what turned his relaxing walk after dinner for a terrible and violent turn. They jumped him, demanded he give them all his money. When he only took around 40 some dollars out, they beat him, asking where the rest of the money was. He insisted he had nothing else on him, showing them empty pockets. Somehow his honesty angered them more and his beating continued, his glasses getting cracked and stepped on, a couple ribs and his nose broken. When they were satisfied, they took his money and whatever else they thought was of value, leaving Roderich not a couple meters off the path. It hurt to move, he was covered in his own blood, the entire world a big blur and not only because his glasses had gone. Hell, he couldn't even yell for help, he was in so much pain. Hearing footsteps, he desperately tried to notify them of his existence, making groaning and grunting noises.
