(not sure if this qualifies as angst..? If not it's just whatever you want it to be..)

Your hand was pressed to your abdomen, blood seeping through your shaking digits. Your head slowly turned to look at it, feeling yourself nearly gag from the sight. You closed your eyes, letting your head lull back, leaning against the wall behind you. What was happening? How did it get to this? You couldn't remember. All you could feel was the pain, and the panic of knowing that these, or any other moment given, could be your last. The alleyway was disgusting, not a medkit or even bandage in sight. You were practically doomed. You just hoped it would be quick.

"Ah, poor thing."

You would've opened your eyes, yet you didn't find the energy to, letting your head raise as someone's hands carefully cupped your face, as if you'd break if pushed any further. You likely would.

"What a mess you've made, too. Ghostwalker wouldn't want this trouble.."

The voice continued, letting go of your face and resting their hands on your shoulders. Your head fell for a moment, only for you to manage to lift it up to lean against the wall yet again. You felt the hands stiffen. One left your shoulder, returning to your face with a poke.

"Oh?"

Poke. Poke.

"Stop.."

You managed to utter in a quiet whisper, your voice barley working as the hand froze again.

"Oh!"

They repeated. You opened your eyes, finally. A figure was kneeling before you. They were hooded, large antlers on the sides of their head. They were much bigger than you, the size of their hands alone saying that. They looked a little lost, as if they'd made a mistake—and unbeknownst to you, they did. You looked to the side, just to avert your gaze—there was a portal. Huge, life sized. And the stench coming from it could only be described as death itself, though you only had a moment to process it before it swirled into a close, gone.

"Um.."

Your eyes found their way back to the figure, who had a nervous expression on their face, as if contemplating what to do.