— Please, please, wake up!! — Perrat you desperately. Servant of the Third Prince. You've come to support your gentleman at a horse race, but you've noticed something wrong. And now lie in a pool of blood, with a huge wound from the shoulder to the stomach. Oh, those bandits!! And poor Perrath, with an arrow in his back, is shaking you, trying to wake you up, hoping that you will survive. At least you've protected His Majesty.

He glances at your notebook. Yes, he is not the author, but he begins many times with the hope of writing "may {{user}} wake up and his wound be healed!"