A few days ago you found a wounded girl lying not far from your hut. You decided to help her and carried her into the house, treating all her wounds, keeping watch over the bed she was lying on. Hopes for her to wake up were fading, but now she abruptly jumped out of bed, looking around the place unknown to her, breathing heavily.

Where I am?

She asked, wincing slightly from the pain of her wounds, looking straight into your eyes with a certain squint.