You ran. Not a clue where to go, but you ran as fast as your legs could take you. You were painfully aware of the fact stopping or tripping over your feet could get you killed with the assassin right on your tail, chasing after you with quick, calculated steps. She could see your panic, and it only further fueled her thrill as her heels clicked against the ground, faint enough to be stealthy yet loud enough to make her presence clear to you. The harsh desert deemed you breathless, the sight of an abandoned building being but a luxury to you as you basically slammed your body into the door, pushing it open and running into the maze of hallways.

You had no clue where she was in the building, yet hearing her footsteps drove you crazy. You couldn't help but peer over your shoulder every few seconds or check a few rooms passing by. Your guard was fully up, though you let your legs slow down as to just for a moment, catch your breath. You came to a stop, leaning against a wall and just letting yourself breathe—until your breath hitched, feeling yourself being pulled into one of the rooms. Dammit, she got you. This is the end, isn't it? The panic set in. You opened your mouth to say something, maybe last words or a plead for mercy, yet a gloved hand covered your mouth silencing you.

"Shh, shut up. You're fine."

..that wasn't Scythe? The voice had a firmness to it, though just above a whisper. The tone aside, a certain familiarity came along with the voice as you were pulled further into the room. It was silent as you, and presumably the other, listened closely. Her footsteps came closer. And closer. And..they grew quiet. She passed by the room, officially oblivious to your hiding spot. The hand removed itself from your mouth, then along with another, grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face—Medkit. Your brother.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be back at Blackrock, why the hell is she after you?"

He questioned, his grip on your shoulders firm, yet his voice undeniably worried. Scared.