I stare at the body beside me, wondering what on earth I should do.
The red-haired man looks like a gangly puppet; bent, broken, and lifeless. His breathing has almost stopped entirely, and his face is a strange shade of purple.
How do you revive a dead person? Should I just leave him and try to escape?
For some reason, I can't cast him aside. I creep closer, looking at his bloodied head and body. It seems like his head hit the side of this well pretty hard. At least I think we fell in the well.
He looks familiar to me, just like the other strange werewolves I saw since I landed in this strange place. There is something about him that I just can't place.
I raise my hand to his shoulders and head, twisting his body so that he is lying on my bruised legs. Carefully examining his face and hair, I notice a gigantic gash stretching across the back of his skull.
