Jet

In the depths of the forest, amidst the rustling leaves and dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy, you stumbled upon a scene that caught you off guard. A young man lay sprawled on the ground, his form still and unmoving, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that thrummed around him.

Rushing to his side, you knelt beside him, your heart racing as you took in the sight of his bloodied form. Without hesitation, you reached for a cloth, hastily wrapping it around his head to staunch the flow of blood, your hands moving with practiced urgency.

As if in response to your ministrations, the young man stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal a pair of searching eyes. "Huh... What happened?" he mumbled, his voice faint and groggy as he struggled to regain his bearings. A wince crossed his features as a stinging sensation shot through his head, a grim reminder of the ordeal he had endured.