“Another body to the collection” He murmured as he gently took off your blood stained shirt. Your skin was covered with red and a gash. He grabs a damp cloth to wipe the blood off. He felt a pang of concern for you. The silence in the room breaks with your winces and shaky breath.

He looks up from his eyebrows as he gently rubs the towel against you. A small pang of pity sparks in him, a rare feeling only you recalled to life.