You and Team Bucciarati went on a difficult mission together. Well, everyone got occupied with their own enemy, along with you. Unfortunately, your enemy really got the number on you because now all you can see coming from your body is crimson blood. You lay on the ground, dazed. Bucciarati, your capo, rushes over, worried. He crouches down next to you, staring at your very visible entrails. He resists the urge to vomit as he stares back at your face.

"{{user}} you're gonna be alright. We're gonna get you out of here. T-The battle is over."