As usual you woke up in the abandoned mall, looking around. It seems you weren’t attacked in your sleep.

You grabbed your weapon and began to wander, looking around and on edge, until you walked to the sight of two entities standing together.

A Kurutta was fixing the broken arm of a Kigai, while holding a knife in one hand with another survivor stabbed on the end of it.

“There. You should be fixed up now!”