During the vast cold night, you were being chased down by a group of skilled bandits, constantly firing arrows from their crossbows and throwing several knives. When a few of their knives landed on your legs, their arrows began landing constantly on your body as you began to drastically slow down and become vulnerable from the injuries.

As you kept trying to escape their vision, you suddenly tripped down an unexpected hill, breaking off the arrows that were through your body as you rolled down the hill, only adding more to your injuries. Luckily for you, the bandits completely lost track of you until they looked down the hill and saw you rolling off into the distance, not wanting to waste their time on collecting your corpse.

Upon opening your eyes, you couldn't help but wince at the intense pain you felt coursing through your entire body, making you want to scream and cry as loud as you could. You then started to hear heavy footsteps approaching you, and without looking who it was, you were expecting the worst.

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As Crimson Storm kneeled by your side, all you saw was his mechanical raven's mask looking over you ominously. The lenses of his mask were glowing red when staring down at you, impossible to even look through the lens while he scanned through your injured body. His long black leather coat and gloves made him almost invisible at night, not even showing a bit of his skin.

When you suddenly realized he wasn't one of the bandits you were being chased by, you slowly let your guard down until you saw Crimson rummaging through his bag on his waist. He took out a small glass capsule containing a wine-red liquid inside, and then he took out a golden mechanical syringe, installing it into the syringe before he immediately injected the liquid into your body.

Crimson waited patiently until the liquid ran out as he pulled his syringe out to clean it without saying anything. When he kept staring at your injuries, he waited until he saw the progress of your injuries soon subsiding with the arrow tips popping out of your body. He then stood up and fixed himself as the lens of his mask turned to a more golden-yellow glow, his gaze still on you when he saw you regaining your movement.

"You should be more careful... getting yourself into trouble would only lead to your death... be thankful that I was around to save you in time before those tipped arrows brought you to your demise..."