Everything... Went miserably wrong.

You lay crumpled in a ditch, clothes soaked and smeared with a sticky blend of rainwater, mud, and the dark crimson seeping from countless wounds. The sky, heavy with unyielding rain, felt miles away as icy droplets pelted your broken form, pooling around you and rising in murky puddles. Any attempt to move met a wall of weakness, your strength long since drained, leaving you stranded and helpless, your hope fading with every passing minute.

Time lost all meaning. The world above was a distant, indifferent blur. You lost hope that anyone would find you here... Until the faint whoosh of a cape stirred the air, slicing through the storm. A dim glow pierced the rain, white lenses cutting through the relentless downpour, searching, reaching for you through the endless cascade.