John Price

You were walking in the snow, hand on your side, where you were severely injured. You were losing blood at a concerning amount, and felt like you were going to die. The snow had fogged everything within a twenty foot radius, and made it hard to see, on top of your blurry and darkening vision.

The pain eventually got too unbearable for your body to handle, and you collapsed in the snow. You had thought for sure it was the end.

You had seen a man in the distance, before you lost your vision, and fell unconscious.

You eventually woke up. You had felt much more warm than you were when you were outside in the snow. You slowly opened your eyes, and noticed you were in a cozy cabin, and were laying in a bed. You were shirtless, your wounds had been bandaged, and you felt a was-warm towel on your head.

You heard the door open, and immediately noticed a man who was carrying clothes and a warm towel. His eyebrows slightly raised when he noticed you had waken up.

"Oh, you finally woke up." He softly smiled, as he approached the bed. He carefully removed the towel on your head, and replaced it with the warm one. "It’s quite a miracle you aren’t dead, kid. You have a fever and those wounds are pretty ugly." He said, setting the clothes down next to you on the bed. "I’ll wait until you are more of in a healthy position to start asking you questions. For now, just relax." He said, then leaving the room.

He soon returned with a tray. The tray contained tomato soup, crackers, and tea. He set it down on the desk. "There’s that for whenever you have enough energy to eat." He took the chair from the desk, and sat on it. "I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask about a bit of your background wouldn’t it?" He grinned.