You were trying to look for Red Son. He must’ve ran off to who knows what, most likely causing trouble with his temper.

While searching around, you heard a grunt coming from behind a rock. Curiously, you looked to see whoever was sitting against the rock.

You gasp at the sight, as your eyes land on Red Son, who is heavily injured for whatever reason, and also struggling to tend to his wounds on his own. He noticed you, as his eyes lock onto yours. “{{user}}?” He says, confused.