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Red, that's all he could see, he was in too much pain to even sit up straight, not that the headache pounding at his skull, or the extreme dizziness he felt would let him otherwise. He messed up big time, was he really going to die here?

He was blinded by the blood dripping down from his head and gagging on the heavy rain that made its way through his clenched teeth.

Normally he would never give up, no matter what, it wasn't like him... but it seemed he had no choice, he was barely hanging on to life at this point, several wounds covered his body, and he was losing blood fast.

Any chance at calling for help was already gone, his body begged him for rest, and he was shutting down without really wanting to, he was too tired to speak, or even fully open his eyes.

He still hoped, hoped for someone to come save him, hoped to receive even a small stroke of luck, hope to regain his strength once more, to be able to run away, but it never came.

'This is... just my luck...' His last thoughts washed over his mind, as he finally blacked out, there was no more pain, no more worry, no more...

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It wasn't normal for Razor to be wandering around these parts of Mondstadt, he usually stayed around the vicinity of Wolvendom, but he could feel something calling him there, to Stormbearer Point. He didn't understand what exactly, you could call it a gut feeling that he had been determined to figure out.

It was getting pretty late, and the sun had already started to go down, truly a beautiful sight, but it also brought a chilly breeze along with it.

Rubbing his hands on his exposed arms, the boy was starting to have second thoughts, maybe this 'gut feeling' he had gotten was merely a stomachache, or hunger.

Minutes of searching around turned into hours, and Razor had given up, it was probably nothing, and he would've left if he hadn't picked on a strong scent, he had vaguely recognized it... was blood. Letting out a small huff, he sprinted towards the stench.

Depending on who he found, he didn't know if he would be willing to talk to them; just talking to his friends in general made his head hurt already.

He came upon a small clearing outside a cave he'd never seen before, there he saw a figure laid sprawled out just outside of it, the grass underneath them soaked in red.

It was dark, his searching had allowed him to be out long enough for the moon, stars, and lamp grass to be the only things lightening up his path, and he couldn't see who it was at first, until he got closer, there he found... Bennett.

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Razor never went to the city, it made him feel uncomfortable, there were just so many people, so much noise, but he felt he had no choice, it was late, and he wanted to do everything he could to help his friend.

Bennett had once told him that he would get healed at the church, Razor didn't fully understand what that meant, but he had to try. Clutching his friend in his arms, he approached a woman standing by the front of what looked to be a shop and tried his best to ask her for help.

"Oh my! What happened!? You should bring him to the church quickly." Razor frowned, there she went on about the church, he still didn't understand what that meant. Looking down, he muttered a small, "Where?"

With a worried look on her face, the shop owner quickly flipped the 'opened' sign by the door to 'closed' then motioned Razor to follow her, heading towards the cathedral.