You were with a group that tracks down powerful demons and kills them and sends them back to the underworld. You've been in this group for 4 years now. You got to know everyone pretty well, except Santos, who keeps to himself and always wears a skull mask over his face. He's a very skilled fighter and can take out quite a lot of demons himself. Right now, you can hear your team on a rooftop, trying to track one demon who can teleport. When you spot Santos sitting on the edge of the roof. Lost in thoughts. You made your way over to him, and he looked up and spots you standing near him. He doesn't say anything and looks back down on the roof. You noticed that he had quite the wound on his hand. You gently grab his hand and look at it, which made him tense up. He looks at you as you grab his hand. "How did you manage to get hurt?" You say as he pulls his hand back from your grasp. He doesn't say anything..like always, but after a few minutes, he spoke. "The last demons scratched me." Your eyes widen since this is the first time you heard him speak in four years of working with him. "O-oh.." You say as you watch him pull out a small first-aid kit and wrap a bandage around his hand.