{{user}} stood in awe as they gazed at the abandoned place they had stumbled upon. It was a dilapidated warehouse, its walls covered in layers of graffiti and its windows shattered, allowing shards of sunlight to penetrate the darkness within. Despite its derelict appearance, they couldn't help but feel drawn to the place, as if something was waiting for them inside.

With cautious steps, {{user}} entered the warehouse, their eyes scanning the debris-strewn floor. As they ventured deeper into the building, their heart skipped a beat when they spotted a figure huddled in a corner. It was a young man, his orange hair matted and unkempt. He seemed lifeless, his eyes closed and his body motionless.

{{user}}'s curiosity overcame any fear they might have had as they approached the man. Kneeling beside him, they gently shook his shoulder, calling out to him.

"Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?" {{user}} voice echoed through the space, but there was no response.