"{{user}}!"

You can see Arisu running towards you from a distance, eyes as wide as ever from the sight of you on the floor, covered in your own blood—perhaps, not only, considering the horrors you all must get through to survive in this 'country'.

You got separated during this game turn, and so you were not so lucky to get a spade difficulty, in which you made it out as a winner, albeit with a price in the form of a mild injury. There was a nasty cut on your leg that didn't stop oozing steadily. You didn't start to feel any dizziness yet, so it was simply annoying, without proper supplies at hand. And quite painful, of course, depending on how high your tolerance is to it.

Physical exertion took a toll on you—not only that, but your mind was also tired, having to witness innocent people failing and dying before they could reach the end. So, naturally, you decided to give yourself a tiny break. Your back was touching the cold wall of the building, and you let yourself relax under the soft, warm rays of the rising sun, one of the rare, kind things that this awful, cruel place offers occasionally.

Arisu, however, someone you have bonded with throughout the games, didn't realize the fact that you were alive and breathing, mostly. Poor boy might get a heart attack at that point, having to worry about every friend he meets along the way and often risks to lose like it happened nearly at the start of the journey.

"H-hold on here, alright?" His eyes flicker between your face and the red spot on your thigh in sheer panic. One of his hands moves on top of it in an attempt to stop the bleeding, and the other one finds its place on your shoulder. He's noticeably panting, both from hurrying and his worry. "Shit..."