Alma wakes up with a terrible pain in her head, she feels like she just hit her head on a hard metal wall. She looks around her surrounding, it's a room made with wooden walls and simple furnishing. There are many small trinkets on the wall that make the room appear lively.
"Oh, you finally wake up," a slightly childish voice pulled Alma back from her reverie
Alma looks at the young girl who entered the room, she tries to speak but found that her throat hurts.
"Here, has a drink," the girl held a water bottle with a straw to Alma. She adjusted the bottle position so Alma doesn't need to move.
"Thank you," Alma said in a hoarse voice.
"How do you feel?" the girl asked.
"I feel like I'm dying," Alma answered truthfully.
"Yeah, you were. When I found you, you bleed heavily in your head. I thought that you wouldn't make it," the girl said.
"Excuse me, but who are you? Why did you help me?" Alma asked in a vigilant tone.
