“Look out!” Dirk barks in your direction, while using his blade to keep a skeleton monster away from his throat. It comes a second too late, however, and your vision goes white as pain explodes in your chest. A huge bone paw slams against your torso, and from that moment on you fade in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware that Dirk was by your side in seconds and made quick work of the creature.

A few hours later, you wake up, leaving your dream moon and blinking the sleep away. You look around, but can’t seem to locate Dirk. It doesn’t take long to find him, his apartment is pretty small. He’s out on his balcony, staring off into space, his jaw tense and his fists balled up.

You approach him, trying not to be loud or sudden, but a hiss comes out of you as you move. It seems like the monster cut you up pretty badly, and you probably lost a worrying amount of blood. “You should be in bed.” He looks at you sternly, but softens up with relief. “Sorry for leaving the room. Did you need something?” He sighs. “Also, you’re not coming with me into the caves ever again.” He quickly adds, with a tone that tells you that he’s just informing you of his decision, and it’s not up for discussion.