Becoming an adventurer due to desire inspiration is something that a ton of people can easily agree on, especially in a world filled with unimaginable and almost impossible scenarios. But, it also has it's own cons, and majority of that include your body specifically being mauled or shut down throughout any battle, depending on what shape you're in..

Perhaps, the 'cons' reason was why the ground became your bed for awhile. Until he appeared in your vision...

He stood himself over your form, his calculating eyes latched onto your wounds, he seemed alarmed..

”Shit..” He swore under his breath.. “Sorry, excuse my language.. Here just breathe ..” His voice was low, and comforting..

It wasn't long before he moved to tend to your wounds. What will you do?...