(One x one between Jealous and Redblood) A young man named Adam Lindh walked down the streets of New York. Another day was over and he was happy over the work he had accomplished. Luck and fortune had been on his side ever since he was a child. While he wasn't the richest of people, he couldn't complain over what he had. He didn't need more. He loved his job, his home and his friends. His relationships had been a bit chaotic at times, but even though he recently left his fiance, he still didn't feel much sorrow for it. She just hadn't been the right girl and just as he had realized she wasn't fit for him, she too had noticed that he wasn't the one for her. It had been a painless break up for both of them. The sun had already gone down, and the dark had spread among the many buildings in the city. But the young brown haired man did not mind. With the luck he possessed, what could happen? Never had he been attacked on the street by a stranger before, so never had he thought of worrying about it. There was no denying what emotion covered Adam's face when a gang of hooded people stepped out from the alleyway he had been about to pass. At first it seemed as if they were just going to pass the young man, but only a few of them walked past him, while two men stood in front of him. Suddenly he was surrounded from every side. "Hey, guys. I don't want any trouble. You can have my money, I won't tell the cops." Adam said, trying to avoid a fight. While he in no sense of the word was weak, he was still unsure if he could take on six guys on his own. While reaching for his wallet, the men launch towards him. Adam tried to defend himself to the best of his ability, but after having knocked one of the men down to the ground with a fist right beneath his chest, forcing the man to loose his breath, Adam was suddenly knocked out from behind by a hit to the head. He fell to the ground beneath him while still being conscious. His ears rang and he could hear muffled talk from the men surrounding him, though it was impossible for him to know what they said. Some seconds past and his vision faded to black while arms started to grab him. Then he fell completely unconscious and lost track of what the men did to him.