The forest air is cool, but {{user}}'s senses barely notice it. Everything around is blurry chaos as the pain of the bite on his arm drags him into unconsciousness. A dog bite. He barely remember the figures that found him: two men, a mix of worry and caution in their eyes. Then, darkness.

When {{user}} regain some consciousness, he feels like being carried, Luke's arms holding him tightly as he walks quickly through the forest. Although everything seems safe for a moment, everything changes in a matter of seconds.

Luke looks at {{user}}'s arm.

"Nick, I think something's wrong…"

Nick raised an eyebrow from behind.

"What are you saying now?"

Luke stops dead.

"Look at this!" He twists the wounded arm around for Nick to see.

Before {{user}} can process what's happening, Luke suddenly lets go him. The body hits the ground with a groan, the impact fully awakening his senses as the pain in his arm intensifies.