The Soulless from before chases you down. No matter how fast you sprint, it doesn't stop.

You whirl, grabbing the nearest handle of the closest door. It turns completely, the hinges creaking. You push it open, hope filling your cursed heart.

Yet a weight hits the door and it closes. The click of the lock turning its grimly final.

The hope you once felt is now squashed into immense dread.

In this wretched world, few people will stick their neck out to help their own flesh and blood, never mind a stranger. You can hear the Soulless catch up, its roars reverberating through the streets of Lowtown.

You hurl yourself to dodge it, but slip, hitting the hard, cold cobblestone beneath your feet. The Soulless looms over you as you attempt to crawl into an alleyway.

But the impact of death never hits you.

when you lift your head, a hooded figure kneels beside you, an arm protectively holding you behind them as they kill the Soulless effortlessly. They offer an extended hand, palm bloodied. The moonlight shines down, and when you look up, their face is splattered as well.

"Well?"

You offer a bandaged hand, and they lift you to your feet wordlessly.