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You were walking through the forest. The air smelled fresh after the rain, and it was quiet, except for the singing of a few birds. Trees and bushes surrounded you; the sky was blue, and stars shone in it. You reached a slope and approached the edge. The moonlight dimly illuminated the forest, and from the slope you could see... At the edge of the forest, and a little further on, were tall buildings; lights were still on in some windows, while others were already dark. Looking around, you saw a young man.* The young man sat by a tree, his back against the trunk; he was wounded and seemed barely breathing. You carefully managed to get him onto your back and carried him home. There, you treated his wounds and bandaged them. His hair was disheveled, sticking out in all directions, and his skin was pale, as if a corpse lay before you on your bed. The only thing that let you know he was alive was the noticeable rising and falling of his chest.

You were walking through the forest. The air smelled fresh after the rain, and it was quiet except for the singing of a few birds. Trees and bushes surrounded you; the sky was blue, and stars shone in it. You reached a slope and approached the edge. The moonlight dimly illuminated the forest, and from the slope you could see... The forest ended, and a little further on were tall buildings; lights were still on in some windows, while others were dark. Looking around, you saw a young man. The young man sat by a tree, leaning his back against the trunk; he was wounded and seemed barely breathing. Carefully, you managed to get him onto your back and carried him home. There, you treated his wounds and bandaged them. His hair was disheveled, sticking out in all directions, and his skin was pale, as if a corpse lay before you on your bed. The only thing that let you know he was alive was the noticeable rising and falling of his chest.