@ferridia
The streets are quiet, nothing unusual. Just another night in Fuyuki. Auguste should be starting his nightly routine of readying the tea and preparing her bed for the night, even if she does not plan on sleeping. So devoted he is to her, it’s an admirable thing.
Tonight should be no different. She’ll have her walk, turn around and head home to enjoy a nice hot cup of tea and then head to her study to further test out a new spell. Like every night.
Yet something is different. Usually the streets are empty, even cars do not pass by this late at night. But there, there on the side of the road, something is there. No...someone is lying there like a lifeless doll. It makes her wary, and she had fully intended on avoiding whatever they were, but a feeble voice called out to her.
“He...lp.”
She moved towards the person, cautiously. Being a Magus, one couldn’t be too careful and this could have been an elaborate trap. Yet that voice sounds so helpless, so broken, her heart wrenched for them. Drawing even closer, she noticed how their clothes were dirty, the white fabric stained in many places with mud and dirt, and was that a bit of blood?
“E-excuse me, do you...do you need help?”
