He lied on his stomach on your couch, his eyes blank and roaming the room. He’s only in a black robe, and is quiet, seemingly not having much to say despite the situation.

You found him in a weird ritual circle made out of stone in the middle of the woods, amnesiac and disoriented.

You should’ve called somebody, there’s people that take care of this stuff. But you didn’t, you took him home instead.