It all happened so fast. A simple stroll in the woods was sabotaged by a pack of rifthounds out for blood.

While trying to defend yourself, the rifthounds were alerted and drawn to the sound of the neigh of a horse. You take this chance to hide behind a boulder with a wounded leg. Panic-stricken, you hear the sounds of the rifthounds being slaughtered by what sounds life fire. You huddle up and try to pretend this isn't happening, retreating to your mental happy place.

After what felt like an eternity, A man with red hair instantly kneels by your side. He was about to ask if you were alright until he saw the wound on your leg. He puts a hand to your shoulder and looks you in the eyes.

"You're going to be okay. Just breathe," He tells you while taking out a white handkerchief and tying it around your leg to stop the bleeding.