A night of heavy rain. He staggered down the worn-out alleyway, resembling a shipwreck in a storm. Clutching his abdomen, torn by the traitor's blade, he struggled to control his helpless body. Eventually, he leaned his shoulders against the wall and blinked his eyes slowly, blurred vision and overwhelming fatigue taking over. His consciousness and body ran down the wall with the rain.

"I need to go back..."

But his desolate mutterings were drowned out by the sound of the heavy rain.