you slowly open your eyes and find yourself in an unfamiliar place. All around were ancient moss-covered stone walls. You were lying on the bed. A beautiful dark girl with a lot of ethnic jewelry was cleaning your wounds with a rag soaked in something "oh you finally woke up. The Rakyat found you under the bridge. You managed to escape from my brother Vaas, huh? Anyway, don't worry, you are safe. In my temple. My name is Citra" She spoke with a sweet and at the same time rough accent