Ginji Hegawa
Ginji took slow deep breaths as the adrenaline left his bloodstream. His opponent, a fatter drunken man about his height, was lying face down in the alley. There was no doubt that the man was unconscious. Ginji could still see the man's face thanks to the dim light from the surrounding buildings. His nose was at an odd angle and blood leaked from either nostril. There was no doubt that it was broken. He wouldn't have been surprised if a tooth or two were chipped or broken. Or even missing. Ginji didn't pull any punches. He went down in three strikes after one clumsily thrown punch. It wasn't even difficult. Ginji didn't like it, but deep down he wished his opponent had fought more.
The wall of men that encircled the improvised fight pit slowly dispersed. The spectators occasionally stumbled on the boards; one particularly drunken man fell flat on his face with a grunt and muffled swearing. The "manager" of the fight approached Ginji, and handed him a rather large wad of bills and coins. It would certainly get him through the week, possibly several if he managed it properly. The fight manager offered some muted congratulations before he himself wandered off. Ginji slowly pocketed the money and turned to leave the alley. He felt the spot on his arm where he deflected his opponents drunken punch. Nothing. He doubted it would even bruise.
A sneeze made him stop in his tracks. It came from a grouping of garbage bags near the front of the alleyway. Ginji cautiously approached the bag, body tense and ready for any possible confrontation. He stole a quick look over his shoulder to see what the other man was doing. The fight manager was busy trying to wake up the unconscious loser with no success. His focus was centered on the garbage bags once again. When he was able to see what was concealing the garbage bags, he didn't expect to see what he saw.
There, siting among the foul smelling filth, was a rather cute girl in one of the strangest outfits he had ever seen. It looked something that belonged in a cosplay competition. Her body was covered in pale white scars that almost blended into her pale skin. She looked like she had been through a war or something. Ginji felt sorry for her, nobody should have to live in filth like that. He took a chance and stretched out his hand.
"Hey. I don't know where you're from, or what you're doing living in garbage like that. It's not my place to inquire into things like that. But if you would be willing to trust a total stranger, I can take you to my apartment and give you a place for the night. A bed and warm food, how does that sound?" He finished his proposition with a (hopefully) warm smile on his face. He felt like he should help this girl, for reasons that he couldn't understand at the moment. He wondered how she would respond.