You were injured. Severely. With how much blood you’d lost, you were disoriented, running solely on adrenaline. G’s men had found you roaming around mindlessly somewhere near the gate of the Monster hideout. At first, they’d deemed you a threat - only to realized it was your own blood you were covered in and the strange milky look in your eyes. Worried, they’d tried to convince you to come with them, but you couldn’t seem to hear them in your dazed state. G was eventually called in to mediate.