It's faint, but you hear the faint sound of something... no, someone amongst the carnage.

This place had long since been abandoned thanks to the war-torn state between nations, but there was no mistaking the faint muttering and hissing.

As you approach the rubble, you notice a dark-haired male hissing a string of curses as he clutches his hand with bandages, the wrappings soaking in deep crimson. His eyes catch yours as he hears your footsteps and he scowls. "Leave me the hell alone."