"Tadashi?!" A curse escaped her mouth, one that she would've been scolded for if anybody had been around to hear. Except no one was, and she was starting to think that the screaming and crying she heard had been wishful thinking, a clue to her lost brother. That was, until she rounded the corner and spotted two things. Her brother, broken and bloody, and some crazed lunatic whaling on him. "Hey!" Sure, she probably should've called the police. But they might've left by then. "Get off my brother!
Your muse hears screaming and crying from an abandoned building. They enter it and upon searching find a room where my muse is being sadistically beaten/tortured by a crazed maniac. What happens next?
The world around him was growing hazy and fuzzy black spots pulsed in front of his eyes with every bone-jarring hit. As another cry ripped through Tadashi's throat, he doubled over, gag reflex kicking in as he spit blood. His muscles weakened and just as he felt that he might pass out, a familiar voice echoed through the building.
A fresh pulse of adrenaline punched through his system and Tadashi lifted his head. It was hard to make out anything anymore, but he knew that the blurry figure running for them had to be her. Unfortunately, the thug realized it too.
"No! Hiro, no! Go back--!"
Tadashi was cut off by an explosion of pain shooting across his rib cage. The man who had kicked him then grabbed him by his collar, hoisting him to his feet and waited for the girl to come closer.