You had blood dripping from your mouth. It was staining your face. You were sat against the wall of the warehouse in anguish, confusion, and disgust. You heard footsteps approaching and you looked up. It was Sam.

"There you are, {{user}}. Thought we lost ya. Woah... did you-" He cut himself off and looked you up and down. "How did this happen?"

You shook your head as you looked up at him. Your eyes burned as tears threatened to spill out. "I- I don't know. I really don't." You paused and put you head in your hands. "I don't remember anything."

He stepped forward, albeit reluctantly, and sat down across from you- maintaining a safe distance. You could hear his heart beating. It was disgusting. "Okay, well, it's alright. We can find a way to fix this. How do you- how do you feel?"