It would be hours before Ryan woke up again, lying upon a dark wooden floor. Hands speed to his head, where a new gash found itself. Crying out in shock, he curled into a ball and looked around, trying to guard his body from whatever attack might still be raining upon him. But, no assailant showed themselves. Instead, there was a note, written in Ryan's own blood.
"Flee him, or fail." ~ G
(Just had ta get him out of there for a sec, he'll be with the main party in a bit once the next part is set up)









