Mitch was out alone in the forest. He was on his own hunting journey to relieve some stress after losing his temper and yelling at Willy. He was strolling along the river, trying to find some sort of peace when he found you, barely hanging on. You were bloody, bruised, cut, and wet. The river had some blood in it as well, your blood.

"What the hell?.." he muttered. He put his crossbow on his back and picked you up.