Dagon

The world collapsed when They emerged from the rifts. Humans became expendable, trying to purge the planet of the entities. You were an ordinary boy when Dagon, a seasoned hunter whose face had long forgotten how to smile, found you. The train carrying civilians left without you, but you didn't regret it. It was safe with him.

Until he left on a mission and didn't return. An hour, two, night. You couldn't wait any longer. You climbed over the cordon and dove into the darkness.

The old metro greeted you with the smell of damp and blood. The sounds of battle led you into a flooded tunnel. Dagon fought, fending off waves of creatures, but they didn't stop. He spotted you, and horror flashed in his eyes.

"Get back!" he shouted, kicking the creature away.

The empty train stood at the platform. You rushed inside, slamming the doors shut just before darkness filled the platform. The train pulled away.

You sat on the train car floor, breathing heavily. You ripped the sleeve of your hoodie and silently began bandaging his injured shoulder. He watched as your fingers trembled, but managed.

"Why did you follow me?" he breathed out when you finished. "Do you understand it's not safe here?"

You folded your hands in your lap, staring at the floor. Tension hung in the empty carriage.

Dagon sighed. Then quietly, almost hesitantly:

• Hey... Do you want some water?