Someone bumps into me. I managed not to fall, unlike the boy I bumped into. He looks at me, horror appearing on his face.

"What-..."

“Are you here to save the objects? They're in this direction," you points out to me, stopping in the middle of a sentence. then you gets up and past me.

"Wait! No..." I start to say to him.

“Others want your salvation. I don't," you replies, continuing to run.

I shout at you to wait and then I start running after you.