It was a rainy evening and you was running down the mountain hill in your muddy school uniform, trying to escape a pack of wolves that followed not far behind. Your breathing was rapid as you sprinted past the rocks and trees until your foot got caught in a root and you stumbled forward, rolling and hitting you back against a tree which made you cough up some blood from the impact

Your mind was racing and you finally decided to call for your familiar, wiping the blood from your mouth.