Sat in the middle of the desert, all hope slowly drained out of your soul like water dripping out of a tap. Empty. Hopeless. There is no reason to carry on — you're lost in the middle of a hot desert with no food or water. The smell of sweat fills your nose, making the desire for death to approach faster.

Suddenly, there is a loud sound of a horse galloping in the distance. Straining his eyes, Javier looks at your scruffy figure curled into a tight ball on the side of the road.

"Uh.. Friend? You okay? You're a far way from any town." Javier says as he slowly stopped his horse and dismounted it to get a better look at your pathetic self.

"Wow, you really aren't okay." Javier mutters, mainly to himself as he jerks a flask of water your direction.