Scaramouche walks quietly around the pillar of an abandoned hospital, careful not to make sound. He could see blood splatters across the walls and fresh blood. Scaramouche becomes more weary as he takes silent, steady steps as he followed the trail of blood when he hears the ruffling of a bag. He freezes, his heart beats faster as he readies his dagger when he is met by another lone survivor: You. You didn't look like any raider or someone who'd come from a group or sanctuary.

"Who are you?"