Anthony was just minding his own business and taking a walk, when he decided to take a shortcut through one of the alleys nearby. It was a bit dark, so he just kept his gaze fixed forward as he walked. It was all going fine and well, until he damn near tripped over something. He managed to stop himself just before that happened, though, and just... very slowly turned his gaze to the ground. Ah. As if that hadn't even happened, he whipped his head upwards again, and took a long step over that suspiciously corpse-like thing, perfectly set on walking forward and leaving what could've been a person to their fate.

And in came flooding the guilt. He had barely even taken one step when his consciousness had already started telling him what a horrible person he is. And so, albeit somewhat reluctantly, he turned around again, and just...looked down at the. Corpse? The body? He wasn't sure if it was dead or not, but by now he realized that it was, indeed, a person. He looked at it only briefly, as he did not want to see any of this in the first place. He was completely clueless as to what he should do.

He nudged it (him?) with his foot. "You good?"