'It hurts!'
An empty space.
'Where am I?'
And all his senses dulled.
[Who are you?]
A white screen that he could see… no… to be accurate, he couldn't see anything right now. His vision, or to be precise, all his senses were dulled to zero. The closest description of what he was witnessing was that he could 'feel' that system message.
[What are you doing in my body?]
'Your body? Shit! It hurts so much…!!!'
[Damn! It's not in the perfect condition either!]
'What are you…'
[Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!]…
The entire 'vision' of the guy was overwhelmed with the same message. It was a desperate attempt… there was urgency in those messages.
And with enough [Heal], the sense of touch came first.
'AAAAAAA!!!!!!'
A good news of which nothing was good about. A relief that was more painful than numbness. A silent internal scream that kept going until it became bearable enough.
'It's cold! Feels like blood!'
…[Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!]….
And then came the sense of smell and sound.
'It's blood, all right.'
[It's my blood. Our to be accurate. Do something. I am barely able to keep my body together! But that is the least of our problems. Wake up already! Hey you! The one who has my body right now! You can hear me right? Wake up fast! Or else we might die for real!]
'Shut up already! Just… what is going on…?'
And what followed is the sense of taste, a salty taste of fresh blood. It was refreshing in a sense, yet it didn't bring any joy to the guy.
…[Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!]…
[You should be able to see now! Just stay still! I will heal you enough to stand up back on your own two feet. Try to find a place to hide for now!]
There were many questions, yet it seemed that the situation demanded survival as a priority right now. Though what was he running away from? And what kind of thing… Was he going through right now?
As his eyes opened up, he looked at the cracked mud ceiling above his head. Turning to the side, he found the only source of light, a torch, behind the bars on the other side.
'Am in a prison?'
He asked. But then his eyes looked at the open gate of the prison, making him confused for a few seconds until the answer came in the same form as before.
[An dungeon prison. That's the closest answer I got. Though, the ones that killed me will be coming back soon. Quick! Move behind that pillar! If the hunting dogs got you in this condition, it would be the worst-case scenario!]
…[Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!]…
The healing was working. It was slow, but the pain was slowly receding. He was weak to run to the corner, and even walking would be too much, but if he pulls through, he should be able to crawl for now.
His eyes then looked at his torn stomach, his upper half barely attached to the lower half. It was a miracle that he was alive right now. If not for those continuous [Self-Heal!] that was over-riding the pain, he could have lost his life just from the pain itself.
[Hurry! Hurry!]
'I am doing my best, you bastard!'
One centimeter a time pulled himself towards the pillar. He didn't know what his aim was, or why he was reaching out to the pillar, but since he had no other choice, he followed the voice that was preserving the little life he had in him.
…[Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!] [Self-Heal!]…
Second turned into minutes as he pulled himself towards the edge, where another dead body was present. It was of a woman, and looking at her face, she looked barely 18. A child, perhaps?
[Samantha… just why… damn it! No time to think about that right now! Hey body possessor! Take that necklace from her. It was a stealth related magic. That should help us hide for a while. Not really a free ticket out of here, but enough to let me heal myself back to the proper level!]
'Body-possessor?'
[Hurry! Hurry!]
Under the annoying but urgent messages of the guy, he reached out to the girl and took off the necklace. And then with all the effort he could muster, he put it on himself.
[Necklace of Grace(E)]
It was enough to reduce his presence from the surroundings before he dragged himself even more, behind the corpse of the girl. It was an additional precaution, just in case.
'Now… who are you?'
[Now… who are you?]