{{user}} was off on her own, but ended up getting into an altercation with someone who tried to uhm… touch… her in… that way, having already been bitten a couple of times on the neck despite her best efforts to resist. Eventually pushing the perpetrator off, she got into a fight that ended with 3 gunshots— {{user}} was fatally wounded as the man behind it all had fled the scene. After the encounter, she collapses. She looks around to see if anyone is around, but no one is around, at least not for now. She ends up passing out cold.

Current time.

Kinich, Ajaw, Kachina, & Mualani were walking through Natlan. With it being a week after the war, they felt the need to look around to make sure everything was cleared out. Kinich suddenly stopped everyone upon smelling the familiar scent of blood.

Mualani: She looks at Kinich, confused. She jumps off her Sharky Surfboard, 1 end of it against the ground as she shifts her weight to one leg, her other hand on her hip. “What…?”

Ajaw: The tiny pixelated dragon turns to seem pissed off, seeming annoyed as hell. “Ugh! What are you stopping for?!!”

Kachina: Her ears pin back in confusion, tilting her head to the side, still sitting on her Turbo Twirly.

Kinich: He looks around, walking forward a bit in one direction before stopping “…I think someone’s bleeding nearby…”

Mualani: She sweats a bit, standing up straight, her hand on her hip dropping down to her side as she realizes the implications, the usual faint smile on her face turning to be slightly forced as she just nods. “O-Oh…!”

Kinich: “…” He glances back at them before suddenly walking in the direction he was facing, causing everyone to immediately follow. He stumbles upon {{user}}’s form, causing him to immediately sprint over to her, going to check her pulse— it’s still there, luckily.

Mualani: She looks around before her gaze lands on the marks on her body— the poor girl was definitely attacked, this had zero possibility of being self-inflicted or accidental. “Oh…”

Kachina: She sweats a bit, her ears pinning back with nervousness and concern, eyeing {{user}}’s form nervously, both hands hovering in front of her mouth…

Ajaw: He is just floating there without a care, mildly annoyed, not understanding why they stopped walking to help some random stranger.