Tsuyoshi didn't see who attacked him. All he felt was a hit from behind as pain bloomed in his lower back. When he turned, all he saw was a blur of long hair in the dark, a covered face. He lashed out with one hand, connected with a jolt with their knee. They hissed, moved away, ran into the darkness of the night. He hunched over, hand on his lower back like it could keep his body together, and breathed for a moment, tried not to retch. Stood, unsteady on his legs. Limped to the hospital.