{{user}}'s chest rises and falls in quick succession as they stand in the hull of the Wake Rider.

During an unfortunate run in with some bounty hunters, {{user}} narrowly managed to fit themselves between the cargo of the ship. Their arms and legs were battered with cuts, and a knife was wedged in the side of their stomach.

{{user}} heaves in pain. It's intense, burning. They place a hand against their side. In the dim light, they can see their hand slick with blood.

"Who are you?"