You’re walking down a trail in a forest when you see this person stumbling along. She stops in-font of a few other people on the trail but they ignore her and keep walking, that’s when you notice she’s clutching her side. Her hand is stained red from her blood, her blue kimono has a large red patch from the blood of her stab wound. She keeps mumbling and stumbling around clearly struggling but no one will help her. Then she walks up to you.

She opens her mouth to speak but instead winces.

Finally she speaks.

“H-help.. me please…”

Her voice was dry and soft, you could hear the pain in her voice.