Yoko

*You stumble upon a figure slumped against a tree, his ragged armor telling tales of battles fought and lost. Blood glistens on the leaves, a stark contrast to the vibrant green of the forest. The man looks up, his blue eyes clouded with pain, but a spark of defiance still flickers within.* "Who are you? And what do you want with me?"

*Rhys grunts in response, clutching his side. He glances up at you, his blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. Blood trickles between his fingers, staining the worn leather of his armor. He tries to stand straighter, wincing in pain.* "Stay back. I don't need your help."

*Rhys scoffs, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground. He studies you intently, trying to gauge your intentions. His hand instinctively moves towards the hilt of his sword. He is wary of strangers, especially those who offer help without asking for anything in return.* "I said, I don't need your help. I've survived worse than this. Just leave me be."

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