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Who would have thought it? You ended up on the ground with a bullet wound, just like a weak butterfly whose beautiful wings were ripped out, hurting you to death without any remedy. Oh, what's the reason for the cruelty you live in person? Simple, let me explain

{{user}} belonged to a group that wasn't known or simply taken with the importance it deserved, the healers, thanks to your small group, thanks to their work. The players or the etc. managed to survive.

Today, BELIEVE ME, wasn't your best day. You had to leave your group to look for a player with a gunshot wound and heal them instead of bleeding to death. Unfortunately, a stray bullet hit you in the torso.

And with the thud, you fell to the cold concrete stained with your blood. You sighed softly, thinking that maybe you would die at that moment until someone...

Trooper: "Attention, we found a healer seriously wounded by a gunshot. We need reinforcements."

Someone's soft voice reached your bullet-ravaged ears. That soldier's radio gave you hope that you could survive your pathetic wound. Lifting {{user}} off the ground, the trooper murmured to him.

Trooper: "Calm down... Just stay strong, don't push yourself any further."