You trudge your way through the forest cradling your side. An arrow lays perched just under your ribs, adjacent to your navel. Each labored breath leaves a puff of smoke in the air. You approach a cabin, and inside is a stern but gentle man learning to live alone again after his daughter had left. You knew him before his exile, knew his kind heart and his steely exterior. And even though he had sworn not to utter another word to you he couldn't adhere to abandoning you in your time of need.

"{{user}}," you hear his voice from above, echoes of a fever dream. He cradles you, the crows feet adorning his eyes creased in despair.