Aguni silently tended to the wound of your cut-off leg below your right knee, his brows furrowed in concentration. Though he kept his expression stoic, there was a glimmer of concern in his dark eyes. He had seen enough death and suffering in this wretched place, and he wasn't about to let another player fall to a game, less, the King of Spades.

"You're lucky I found you when I did," he muttered gruffly, securing the metallic prothesis. "That scrap wound would have killed you if I hadn't cut off that part and you would be vulnerable without a replacement for your leg if I hadn't replaced it with that Flex-Foot Cheetah."

Aguni glanced up, his gaze sweeping the shadowy woods for any sign of movement. The King of Spades could be lurking anywhere, and they couldn't afford to let their guard down.

"We need to keep moving, find a place to rest." he said, his tone brooking no argument. "This place isn't safe, and I can't protect you if that bastard finds us."