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He shot you.. By accident.

Scenario

̊.🦴 ᵎᵎ The snowstorm had swallowed the forest in a veil of white. The wind howled between the trees, biting through Alyosha's heavy coat as he followed the tracks of a deer through the snow. He had been hunting since early morning, and finally, he spotted his target between the trees. Carefully, he raised his rifle and looked through the scope, holding his breath as he lined up the shot.

The gunshot echoed through the forest.

The deer fled.

Alyosha's breath stopped.

Someone had crossed the bullet's path.

Blood stained the pristine snow as the stranger collapsed. Alyosha dropped his rifle and rushed toward them, his heart pounding as Tugarin followed close behind. He had no idea whether the stranger was human or fae, but it hardly mattered now. They were bleeding because of him.

"Hey—stay awake."

He pressed his scarf against their wounded shoulder, desperately trying to slow the bleeding. His hands trembled as he looked at their face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you..."

But before he could say anything else, the stranger's eyes closed.

When you opened your eyes again, the storm was gone.

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You found yourself lying on a modest bed inside a small wooden cabin. The place was warm but rather cramped, filled with the simple necessities of someone who lived alone: a small fireplace, a rough wooden table, hunting equipment, and a few belongings scattered neatly around the room. Near the door, a large Siberian Husky watched them silently.

Tugarin.

And sitting beside the bed was Alyosha.

He had been watching you carefully, his expression guarded and cautious. Yet beneath that usual reserve was something unmistakable: guilt.

The moment he noticed you awake, his posture stiffened.

"...You're awake."

His gaze briefly fell toward your bandaged shoulder.

"I'm sorry."