Why did Ray leave the city of Los Santos and what made her comeback?
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TW: Mental Health - panic attack
Ray woke up from the sun peeking from behind the curtains and shining directly on her face. She covered her eyes with her arm and groaned. Her head pounded and throat was dry. She slowly sat up in the bed and looked around confused. This was not her room in Little Seoul that provided safety within the compound.
Ray's heart started to race, it felt like her throat was being squeezed and her breaths were short and quick. Blood pounded in her ears. Images of an unknown dark room and blurry faces flashed in front of her that sparked fear and uncertainty.
Where am I? How did I get here?
Ray removed the blanket with shaky hands, swung her legs over her bed, and sat on the edge of the bed to focus her vision. The room was spinning, her eyes hurt from the bright light, and lips chapped. She searched around the room in a panic for signs of her location, and her eyes landed on the black rose. Breathe, you are at home.
Her vision became focused and breaths became more steady. Ray recognized her apartment bedroom, which she hasn't been in or slept in months.
She hasn't had a panic attack in a long time, not since she has moved to Los Santos. Before that... she couldn't quite remember. Her memory was failing her. No matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn't. It felt like a blur.
Ray's brain felt foggy from the night before. She sat on the bed until her breathing evened out and the pounding in the ears stopped. She noticed the blue shirt by her pillow, and picked it up. Ray brought it close to her chest. Relax, you are safe.
The events of last night slowly started coming back. The party, the drinking, the awkward talk with Lana, the confusing talk with Yuno, the pool, the tattoo, the drive home...
Ray heard the front door open and shut followed by commotion in the living room. She froze. Her heart began to race again and adrenaline pumped through her veins. This was not the peak condition to confront the intruder. She quietly reached into the nightstand and pulled out the stashed pistol.
Ray slowly walked out of her room with the gun in her hands and was met by a sight she didn't think she'd ever see. Randy Bullet was in her kitchen, setting plates full of food on the dining table. The turtle tank, that she got from Yuno which usually sat on the table, was moved to the counter.
"Ra-" Ray tried to speak, but her throat was too dry to talk. She tried to cough to clear her throat, but only a small grunt came out.
Randy turned around quickly, almost dropping a plate. She startled him.
"Woah, relax! It's just me," he said and put his hands up in the air to mock surrender.
Ray sighed in relief and lowered her gun. She slowly walked to the kitchenette and handed the gun with her shaky hands to Randy, too unstable to properly handle the firearm.
