As you get close up, the ugly mess of a knife wound to the man's leg becomes ickily obvious. Damn! If you'd seen that from further away, you could have told your stomach what to expect. Why don't they light these places better?
"Thank God", he says, in an American accent. "I - I don't have much time. Take this and get it to Aveugle. I'll hold them off". With that, he hands you the package. You can see it's a painting of some kind.
Ooh! You hear a train approaching!
You can:
Ask, "
Who's Aveugle?".
Take the painting
and board the train.
Open the brown wrapping paper and
look
at the painting.
Laugh in his face.
Why would you want to get yourself involved with people who stab legs with big knives?
You also hear running footsteps approaching...