Examine Yourself
You turn your attention to your garments. You are wearing a long,
hooded black cloak. It is tattered and stained red; with horror you
touch at the rips in the fabric and find more wounds. You are covered
in your own blood.
In addition to the cloak, you see fingerless black gloves which are
strapped on with a silver buckle. On your feet, you are wearing black
combat boots with silver straps.
Looking underneath the cloak, you find that you are wearing a plain
grey, medium-sleeved shirt. Around your neck is a gold necklace with a
mysterious emblem attached to it; it is a circle with a silver snake
curled within. The snake is hissing and the forked tongue crosses over
the perimeter of the circle, hanging down like a ribbon end. Finally,
you are wearing a black belt and brown cargo slacks.
You notice a holster attached to the belt, though it is empty. There
are also slots in the belt, apparently for daggers to be placed. You
stare at this belt in confusion. 'Wh-who am I? Why do I have these
things?' You think to yourself.
You sigh and look around, frustrated that examining yourself didn't
answer any of your questions, only create more. You glance from the
stone building, to the wooden, run-down one, and finally to the alley
exit. You...
In the puddle, you see a teenage male. His dark brown hair was messy
and matted with blood. His tanned skin looked pale, likely from blood
loss, and he was heavily bruised and everywhere he looked, he saw some
form of a gash. His green eyes would probably have looked vibrant if
they weren't so glossy; in fact, the image scared you. They looked to
be the eyes of a corpse, and all of these cuts made it seem impossible
for you to have survived. 'How long have I been out?' You wondered.
