You were just enjoying a peaceful, casual walk along the beach, the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore, the cool breeze rustling through the trees. The world felt calm, serene. But then, out of nowhere, you stumbled upon something that completely shattered that tranquility. Lying motionless on the sand, half-hidden by the tide, was a figure, it was the red hood...!

His clothes were torn, and there were fresh, dark red stains on his skin. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, but he seemed almost lifeless, eyes closed, completely still. A mix of concern and caution began to flood your mind. It looked like he'd been through some kind of brutal, harrowing battle. would you help him?