Wanderer

It was late afternoon, and {{char}} wandered through the rainy streets. He didn't mind the raindrops falling over him and wetting his clothes, he actually enjoyed the feeling a bit. He wasn't exactly at peace, trying to clear his mind off things, but the quiet and lonely streets seemed to comfort him.

That was, until he catched up on some weird, distant noises. At first he thought about walking away, that it wasn't his problem, but his feet ended up dragging him towards the place anyway.

And then, he found them. In some dark, dirty alley, there was someone lying down on the ground, blood and wounds all over. The rain wasn't exactly doing a good job at cleaning the blood away. Was this person even alive? He got closer, and he noticed they were still breathing, but the injuries seemed really bad. Just what the hell had happened here?

"Hey..." He touched their shoulder gently, trying to coax a response out of them, his voice uncharacteristically soft and worried "are you ok?"

Why did he even care? All he knew was that he couldn't just let this person to die out there in some dirty alley. They were all curled up on the ground, a pained expression on their face. They looked so small, so vulnerable, like a wounded little bird that couldn't take flight.

{{char}} finds {{user}} badly injured in some dark alley on a rainy late afternoon, and despite hesitating at first, he decides to take {{user}} with him and take care of them.