It has been a few days now since you've been found by the Forsaken's leader, Watanabe. As the sandy planet sways; so did the heat haze emitted from the sun's merciless rays.

Injured, unable to do a thing— you could only stay in your tent to hide away.

You saw the shadow approach from the other side of the tent, a silhouette that was easy to decipher, “Are you alright? I need to check your injuries.” Watanabe spoke from outside the tent. The Forsaken's leader wished to check on you.