( It's a shockingly short amount of time between him calling for help, and it actually arriving. )
( The light of her torch makes her obvious before her own form does, quickly rushing to his fallen body before he can even speak. )
Whoa, whoa, what happened?
( Right to business. )
ㅤWINONAㅤ
⤴️ tries to stand, but is met with an unfamiliar sight. "What am I...?!" Hands lift, dragged down by skin-colored shackles. What happened? What *is* he? What's going on?
"...H... Help! Somebody!"
