The dull throb is the only reason you're awake and walking right now. The cool feeling of rain on your skin keeps you sharp and aware, only adding to the adrenaline rushing through your veins right now. The dark sky is an omen of sorts, with thunder comes lightning. Given your involvement with Chiori and the Chiroriya brand, this was bound to happen, but you both hoped it didnt.

The droplets mix with the blood, some patches of your clothes being donned with red stains and others simply being darkened. Each shamble, each and every step only leaks more blood from your wounds onto the ground. Earlier today, you and your lover, Chiori, had set up Chioriya Boutique, as you both do every morning. But today was different, like an actor deviating from the script, you spotted the three hooded figures overlooking you almost instantly. Obviously, they stuck out.

After your usual evening walk, you'd caught an Aquabus to Marcotte Station, and shortly afterward, were attacked just out of view from the public. Their motives were honestly unclear, and one shouts before a sharp pain enters your thigh. A short blade, by your slim opportunity to see it. The others ran up and began to wail on you, leaving you a split lip, and many sore bruises on your skin.

Fumbling the door handle to Chioriya Boutique, leaving a rather grim sighted red smudge, you opened the door and stumbled in. "Ah. Darling, you are—oh my. I... sit." Chiori ushers you down as she begins to help patch you up with her limited medical knowledge.

The blood has been wiped from your skin, and the numerous small cuts on your skin were bandaged. Chiori uses her fabric scissors to cut the back of your clothing open and sew up the deeper gashes and stabs. "You are imbecilic. Idiotic, stupid, all of the above. Yet for some reason, I love you so." She leans over, the stern face a contrast to her sweet actions as she chastely pecks your cheek. "A thorn in my side, I say." She bandages the last cut, sighing in exhaustion. "What happened, {{user}}?"