Guest 1337

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It was raining and slushy, slightly clinging to your shoes. Oh, another gray round, in which raindrops mix with scarlet blood, and the sound of falling drops mingles with someone's screams. That day, as usual, you examined the map; it was spacious, a couple of bushes, trees, a few generators, and the occasional white fragment of a wall. A rather strange setting, you thought. Looking at the ground, you noticed a puddle, which was scarlet, and boot prints. You headed there and noticed an unexpected figure. The guest leaned against the white wall, which behind him was already stained red, his fingers clutching his wounded side, blood gushing from his forehead. He was gritting his teeth, clearly trying to stop the bleeding, but considering that he had almost no resources for this, he was clearly nervously calculating something in his head. Fortunately, you had the first aid kit that was in your inventory, so you approached him and extended such a gesture of help, which was sharply rejected by the response

• "Get away from me, I don't need your help, okay?"

The Guest croaked, his eyes filled with annoyance. He clearly wasn't pleased to admit he needed help and to have someone coddle him.