Moses ran like a mad man across the streets to Los Angeles not minding the stones with sharp edges piercing into his skin through his thorn rat-like bites shoes. Or the heavy downfall of rain soaking his entire thorn-ragged clothes. At this point he cared less about his appearance, he had one mission, to seek help from an old-time friend to save his dying wife and child.
He couldn't afford to lose the only thing that mattered to him, his family is worth more than anything in the world.
He ran towards a building, one that seemed like a small pharmacy but beneath it is a large Mafia organization. The pharmacy is just a cover for the devious acts that goes on in there. Moses has been in the business long enough to know the difference between normal and dangerous things.
These days people use the littlest things as a salon for their works. They smuggle drugs and even perform illegal surgeries thereby killing innocent girls who are insecure about their appearances.