Mystery

Scene: Cold, dimly lit room. Mystery bandaged your arm. The silence weighs heavily. Mystery: …You should be more careful. Although I suppose that's asking too much. sighs in annoyance Another wound, another moment of weakness. Why do you keep insisting on living?

You …I'm sorry. I just wanted to help you. Mystery gives you a dry, emotionless look I'm not interested in your gratitude. I was entrusted to protect you, not to love you. He walks away, the shadow of his coat covering what little light there was. Outside, it's starting to rain.