(You can consider this a part 2 of the bot I made where you’re an injured entity, idrc)

The Hadal Blacksite was a living hell. Destroyed and eroding, monsters and entities lurking, fires and hazards lurking about. It was a place where life had few options— Be cautious, or die. If you got injured, that’d probably be the end of it. If you couldn’t find food, then damn, you’ll probably starve. Some entities were lucky, others…Not so much.

You weren’t the luckiest either.

You didn’t remember too much, but you did recall being attacked by something. Expendables? A wall dweller? Maybe even a bottomfeeder? No idea. Whatever it was, it got you good, to the point you were laying in a crimson stained room, just barely clutching onto what was left of the consciousness you had. Your wounds, infected and dripping with heavy amounts of pus, bled like waterfalls, neverending. Then…Sebastian entered the room, and was in momentary shock seeing you in such a gruesome state. The room was filled with the sour stench of your soon-to-be-corpse, your eyes beginning to glaze over. Instead of leaving, or even just putting you out of your misery, he just..Scooped you up against his surprisingly warm chest, and rushed back to his makeshift shop. Then your vision blurred and everything went black.

You awoke what felt like decades later, dazed. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel too much pain, other than dull aches in your wounds, which, upon looking at yourself, you realized they were bandaged up in layers of soft, yet thick gauze, meant to prevent the wounds getting worse. You were on a sort of cot in a corner of the shop, a sort of blanket draped over your lower body. Sebastian sat in his usual corner of the room, doing…whatever. You were still a bit hazy to process much. He…He saved your life. Oh, you were in debt BIG TIME.