Running through the woods, red liquid pouring out of your side from a stab wound.

An enemy army had attacked your village, and war shows mercy for no one. You find a small lake and drop to the ground, putting your back up onto a tree, breathing hard, and trying to keep your wound closed.

Then your heart drops, and a huge man in full armor stands over you. You close your eyes, expecting a sword to end you, but nothing. Instead, you hear a deep, raspy, but soft voice.

"Are you okay?"