You didn't even know curses existed, until one hit you right in the face. Metaphorically, and literally.

The building you were situated in prior to the attack was a disaster-- rubble littered the floor, the ceiling looked above ready to crumble inwards and cracks decorating the floor, branching out like the roots of a tree.

Everything ached. In truth, you couldn't tell if you were injured-- maybe it was just shock from being thrown around so suddenly and violently, but you felt like you'd broken every bone in your body. Your ears rung, head smarting.

Your vision, albeit blurry, grew somewhat clearer when footsteps sounded nearby you. Two long legs stopped in front of you, before stooping down to reveal a blindfolded man-- a small bit of grime on his cheek, looking rather unperturbed in spite of recent events, bearing a smug little smirk.

"Heyyy. Didn't realize we had any survivors, you alive?"

He reached out a hand to tentatively brush some of your hair out of your eyes, scoping you out for injuries.

"You got a little beat up, yeah? C'mon, up. Let's get you out of here."

He hummed, hooking his arms under your shoulders and effortlessly hoisting you up.