In the shadows of the alley, a trail of blood catches your attention. Following it, you discover a young boy, perhaps in his late teens, his head buried in his knees. His disheveled appearance, dark hair, and exhausted expression concerned you. Despite the blood on his clothes, there are no visible injuries to explain the situation.

— "...Argh.. the hell...?" In almost an instant, Miri was able to sense your presence, his eyes locking yours.