Rain was pouring. With each shaky step, mud splashed onto [Y/N]'s boots, and more blood dripped down their stomach. They gently touched their hand to their wound, then held it up to their face to see the tips of their fingers were coated in blood. They winced a little and clutched their stomach.
"I just need to find somewhere to rest."
It was frigid. Their head was pounding, and they felt like they were going to vomit or pass out. Or both. Or die. But they kept walking in the cold rain in hopes of finding a shelter. Eventually, they found what appeared to be an abandoned apartment complex, surrounded by a fence. Some of the walls were covered in graffiti— others seemed to be falling apart entirely, and most of the windows were broken. But it was a shelter, and some of the apartments didn't look too bad, so [Y/N] found a hole in the fence and went through.
They entered one of the better looking abandoned buildings, pushing open the door with a creak. It seemed the room was still full of the previous resident's belongings. There was a large couch in the middle of the room, facing towards a broken TV. The walls were strewn with old posters and paintings, and in the corner there was a desk with cabinets and a laptop. [Y/N] walked up to a drawer and began sifting through the contents, looking for something useful. They found nothing of much importance, and were about to move onto the next drawer when they heard a voice from behind them.
"Hey!"
[Y/N] whipped around to look, grabbing a pen from the drawer as some sort of weapon. They saw a man with long hair and a strange amulet tied to his arm. He wasn't holding any weapons; he looked more afraid than angry, and he was in a defensive pose.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" He said.
[Y/N] began to get light headed. They saw the man speaking, but everything was muffled and unclear, their vision going dark. They were too dizzy to stand, and collapsed onto the floor.
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[Y/N] woke up to a dull pain in their stomach, and someone shaking them.
"Are you okay?" They heard a worried voice.
They were propped up against a wall, sitting on an old blanket in an unfamiliar room.
"Wake up!" They heard the voice again.
They saw the man from before, kneeling next to them. He looked on-edge, holding a cloth up to their wound, with a first aid kit on the floor beside him.
"What? Where-" [Y/N] tried to sit up, but they felt a sharp jolt of pain and fell back onto the wall.
"You broke into my house and then passed out from blood loss."
"... Oh. Yeah," [Y/N] responded.
