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[Subject: Akane?!]

From: Musashi Fushio

To: Lenix Owens

“Lenix, if you've so much as laid a finger on my sister, by all the Gods above, I'll burn your apartment to the ground.“

[Subject: Re: Akane?]

From: Lenix Owens

To: Musashi Fushio

“What the Hell are you talking about? We parted ways since the morning. I have no clue where she went.“

[Subject: Re: Akane?]

From: Musashi Fushio

To: Lenix Owens

“What do you mean you don't know where she went? She told me she was going to see you!”

[Subject: Re: Akane?]

From: Lenix Owens

To: Musashi Fushio

“And she did, but like I said, we went our separate ways. Why? Isn't she home?“

[Subject: Re: Akane?]

From: Musashi Fushio

To: Lenix Owens

“If she was, do you think I'd be texting you?! If she's not with you, then where the hell is she?“

[Subject: Re: Akane?]

From: Lenix Owens

To: Musashi Fushio

“Did you try calling her?“

[Subject: Re: Akane?]

From: Musashi Fushio

To: Lenix Owens

“Do I seem fucking slow? Of course I did! She's gone AWOL! Never mind, just stay put. I'm coming over. We're gonna have a little chat.“

Checking the messages again, Lenix uneasily dialed Akane's number, and it's just as Musashi said, the girl had gone completely off the grid.

Running his fingers down the spine of his nose, Lenix glanced at the Duel Spirits floating nearby. Neither Grasschopper nor Mimic seemed to grasp the situation, being senseless bugs and all.

However, Nephthys in particular looked quite pleased about Akane's disappearance.

The only Spirit who seemed to genuinely understand his conflicting emotions was the Hand, who carefully cradled his head on her lap. "She went after the kidnapper, didn't she?" Blurry as her silhouette was, Lenix could still make out the faint, weary smile the Hand of Nephthys offered in response to his question—or rather, his verbal request for confirmation.

“Goddammit!“

He truly couldn't comprehend people like her, nor did he want to.

Just what in the world was Akane thinking?

Hell, was she thinking at all?

Even assuming she somehow managed to locate the kidnapper among the millions who currently lived and worked in Domino City, did she really think she could just waltz up to the guy, challenge him to a Duel, and everything would magically work out?

Did it ever occur to her the kidnapper might just put a few rounds in her thick skull before she could even say 'Duel'?

“Why can't people just mind their fucking business?“

Letting loose an exhausted sigh, Lenix rolled off the bed, into a crouch, before rising to his full height just short of 5'8 and fixing his Spirits with a stern look. "Mimic, Grasschopper, I have a job for you.“

On cue, the Sacred Phoenix, who had been preening her fiery plumage on the windowsill, let out an indignant screech, angered by his casual disregard of her presence. "I thought you didn't like Akane? What are you so upset about?" The Phoenix screeched again, a high-pitched, ear-splitting *Reeeeee!* audible only to the few who could perceive Spirits.

Lenix didn't flinch, didn't even blink as the wisps of ethereal flame licked at his exposed forearms and climbed up the sides of his neck, leaving in their wake a tingling sensation that would have made another recoil, but he merely glared, jaw clenched tight enough to pop a vein.

Pivoting sharply away from the Beast shrouded in ethereal flames, Lenix shifted his focus to the two Insectoids flanking him.

Chitinous bodies clicking and hissing, the Insectoids rattled their mandibles reprimandingly at the Phoenix. While their Bond Progress might not be very high, the Insects were straightforward creatures, and as their Duelist, they were prepared to defend him to the death; all they needed was a reason to act…

A reason to tear into the Pseudo-Divine Beast.

"That's enough grandstanding. The three of you should go now. Search for the Lightsworn. Wherever they are, Akane can't be far behind. Nephthys and I will take care of the Gladiator Beasts."

Neither the Hand, Mimic, nor Grasschopper seemed particularly fond of the idea, but a stern look from Lenix swiftly sent all three Spirits on their merry way, leaving him alone with the haughty Sacred Phoenix, who didn't deign to meet his gaze.

“Looks like it's just you and me… Think you can handle Heraklinos?“

The Bird swung her head away, as if Lenix had wronged her, which elicited a chuckle from him. "I'll take that as a 'No' then." Offended, Nephthys trilled and pecked at his head with just enough force to be an annoyance.

"Alright, alright. When they arrive, you can show me how awesome you are, okay?"

Lenix gave in, running his fingers down her smooth, metallic neck, which felt oddly… Fluffy. The Sacred Phoenix cooed, then melted into a blaze and transformed into a tiny chick curled on his lap, nuzzling against his fingers.

[Sacred Phoenix of Nephthys: 0.2% » 0.3%]

"What's your problem with Akane, by the way? I mean, yeah, she can be annoyingly persistent, but she's not a bad person. Why the hostility?"

The name startled the cooing Phoenix out of his lap. Glaring at the Duelist, the Sacred Phoenix blew out wisps all around them to form the silhouette of a Feathered Dragon resting its crimson claws upon two columns.

“Dragon.“ The Phoenix puffed up, her beak snapping open with a sharp click. “Stinky, pretentious Dragon and his equally stinky, equally pretentious Duelist. I don't like her. I don't want you around her. Satiate your lust with Meryt-Nebet instead?“

"... You can talk?" Dumbfounded, Lenix held up the Phoenix, eyeing it cautiously, before choking on his own spit as his brain caught up. "Who the Hell is Meryt-Nebet, and what did you mean by that?"

"My Handmaiden; your servant to do as you please." Nephthys mumbled cryptically, then suddenly rose, beak upturned to take a long, hard sniff, and shuddered. “What's wrong?“

"The Beasts have arrived, and they're very… Agitated."

— «SK(GX)» —

"My brother—"

"Your brother, Ms. Fushio, is a small-time Oyabun I work with, not for. Threaten me again, and you'll regret it."

The cop growled, revealing yellowed, decaying teeth as he slid closer. Speechless, Akane glared at him, scooting away in disgust until her back's against the wall. Unable to handle the stench of stale cigarettes and alcohol which'd only intensified with the shrinking space between them, she couldn't help but pinch her nose and swallow the mouthful of vomit that had bubbled up throat.

"Although," He smirked, his grimy fingers inching up her skirt, "I might be able to help you... For a price."

The nausea churning in Akane's stomach surged, and just as his touch landed, her composure snapped back in the form of a swift, brutal punch that connected squarely with his cheek. “Don't you touch me!“

"Fuck! You little bit—" The corrupt cop lunged, a roar ripping from his throat.

He had expected naught but the girl's flimsy resistance, only to be stopped dead in his track by the Lightsworn Beast. Already used to the holographic monsters, he'd expected Wulf's spear to simply phase through him, but the Beast he faced was just a projection no longer. It was about as real as he—a fact Takeda learnt too late.

"U-Urgh? H-How…" He choked, lifeblood staining the floor as his organs were rearranged and blended into a bloody mush by the Duel Spirit. Meanwhile, heart still pounding in her chest, Akane hurried to grab her things and fled the scene with Wulf clutched between her fingers. “W-Wait! He-Help me!“

She hadn't forgotten the reason she'd come: The USB, which contained not only the evidence of a rival gang's shady dealings, but possibly; hopefully images of the kidnapper. "Thank you, Wulf." Akane whispered, shoving the USB in her backpack.

“But I need another favor…”

Twelve minutes later, Akane watched the house erupt in flames from a safe distance, utterly mesmerized by the billowing fire ravenously consuming all evidence of the murder.

A flicker of guilt sparked within her at the sight—a flicker that's quickly extinguished by the replay of the cop's attempted assault. “He got what he deserved.“

"Yeah... I guess." She muttered, then leaped from the building. The Lightsworn Beast swept beneath her, catching the girl seconds before she could go splat on the pavement.

Akane tightened her grip on her backpack as she made her way to the main street.

She had had more than enough excitement for one day and was eager to plop onto her bed and let sleep wash away both her guilt and the exhaustion from the Psychic Summonings. At least, that was her plan until a cloaked figure caught her eye. "Who's there?" She called out, hackles raised.

"Jeez, no need to shout. I'm right here.“

Came the amused response, layered by dozens of voices—men and women alike.

Akane tried to peer into the shrouded face beneath the hood, but all she could see was an abyss that seemed to draw her in the longer she stared. "A Psychic Duelist? I thought the first instance of the mutation was still decades away."

"What are you babbling about?" Hugging her bacpack tighter to provide herself a sense of security, however false, the girl asked, puzzled by the figure's reaction.

Most people would have run at the sight of something like that. Akane knew it all too well.

She had never confided in anyone, not even Lenix, about the real reason she refused to partake in what the latter would jokingly call a 'children's card game.' From a young age, Akane had possessed the ability to Summon Duel Monsters directly from their cards. Unlike the holographic projections of ordinary duels, her were dangerously real, and quite capable of inflicting genuine harm on her opponents, similar to the infamous Shadow Duels.

When she was eight, Maximillion Pegasus himself had come to their doorstep, but by then, the number of Duelists Akane had hurt had already reached double digits.

She remembered them still—the fearful glances; the hushed whispers. Their reactions, though hurtful, were understandable and predictable—nothing she hadn't seen before. Unlike her 'victims,' however, the cloaked figure didn't seem impressed.

"Neat trick.“

“What do you want?“

"I should be asking you that question," The figure retorted, their nails dragging against the alley wall. Then, they lunged forward, faster than the eyes could see. When met with the Lightsworn Beast's awaiting spear, the figure only laughed, swatting the weapon aside like a particularly bothersome fly.

Wulf, ever faithful, instinctively leaped into the fray to protect his mistress, only to be torn apart in the attempt, while Akane watched in horror as the Spirit began to dissipate.

The familiar growl of the Lightsworn Beast jolted her from her frozen state just in time for her to Summon him a second time, but even the Beast-Warrior appeared outmatched with his 2100 ATK.

In a last-ditch effort to save Akane, Wulf spun around and sent her flying through the air, hoping the distance would be enough.

His hope was dashed when the figure extended a hand, Summoning a massive skeletal appendage from piles of skulls and skeletons beneath their feet.

The colossal hand swept through the air, effortlessly swatting his mistress aside.

Had it not been for Celestia's intervention, he feared she might have been squashed like a bug.

Yet, not even the Angel could withstand the abomination's overwhelming strength, shattering into motes of light mere moments after the two made contact. "Lightsworn... Heh," The figure muttered, amusement and smugness oozing from their voice. “You bunch aren't so tough, after all.“

Wulf snarled, snout snapping uselessly at the cloak as bony fingers clamped tightly around his nape, paralyzing him from the neck down. "Bad dog.“

Tossing the torn off head of the Lightsworn Beast to its Conjurer, the cloaked figure knelt next to the girl. “What's the matter? You were searching for me, weren't you?“

“Grr… You—”

“Oh, that's a scary look! Shiver me fucking timbers, baby.“ He mocked, pinching her chin lightly. Even through the thick, edgy black skeletal mask, Akane could sense the smug grin he must be wearing. "Lemme guess, little Akane thought she could use her little Psychic monsters to take care of the problem before her brother get got? Loved what you and your Wulf did to Takeda, by the way. I'm sure you'll be delighted to know he did all that unwillingly. Brain Control is a really, really fun Spell to use. 11/10, would recomme—"

"YOU!!" Properly angered, Akane lunged at the figure, who danced just out of her reach.

"How does it feel, Akane-chan? How does it feel to know you just murdered an innocent man? He had a wife, you know? The guy had children! And you just left him to die…”

Tears began to well up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the realization hit her. Akane wasn't too familiar with Takeda personally, but she had heard about the cop from her brother. He was corrupt, sure, but he knew his limits.

He would never have dared do such a heinous thing unprompted. It's why she went to him to begin with.

"Why are you doing this?! Just what the Hell do you want?"

She demanded, her voice trembling with anger and something else; something Akane hadn't known since Judgment Dragon first draped his wings around her: Fear.

"Do I really need a reason to stomp on a few ants? I did it because I feel like it,"

The figure said, his head tilting at an unnatural angle.

"I did it because your fear, your despair, your hate, and anger are all so damn... Entertaining. It's like watching a play!"

"You're insane.“

"I beg to differ."

"Then beg for your life too!" Akane shot back.

With the headache from her previous Psychic Summons finally subsiding, Akane swallowed her hesitation and called upon her ace.

Even if someone happened to spot him, they would likely dismiss it as just another holographic projection. "Judgment Dragon!" The Feathered Dragon reared his head, maws widening in a bored yawn, allowing a sharp roar to escape.

Glistening crimson eyes scanning the area, the Dragon briefly paused, before locking onto the skeletal hands stretching across the rooftop.

Snorting disdainfully, Judgment Dragon surged forward, massive body causing the buildings below to shake and tremble with each flap of its wings.

With 3000 ATK, he was a beast that very few could ever hope to match even without his Effect, let alone these dusty old bones—or so Akane thought, until skeletal hands hooked onto the Dragon, tore white feathers from his form before slamming him to the ground.

How the building managed to survive the impact was still a mystery to Akane, but the rooftop certainly hadn't.

It had collapsed right on top of a poor bloke who was just trying to catch some sleep after a long day slogging through his 9-to-6. "NO!" She screamed, instinctively reaching out as if she could somehow undo the calamity.

“How does it feel? He died because of you, you know! If you had just been a good girl—”

"Shut up!"

Celestia, Wulf, and Gragonith all leaped into the fray to defend her, but despite their numbers, they were little more than flies. With a single powerful swipe, Celestia shattered, while Gragonith was forced to weave to the side, leaving Wulf as the last line of defense for their mistress.

Finally realizing how outmatched they were, Judgment Dragon intervened, slamming into the enormous skeleton.

With Gragonith's support, both the skeleton and its Conjurer were sent airborne.

Seizing the moment, Akane shouted, "Judgment Dragon, use Cataclysmic Judgment!"

Bood drained from Akane's face as her monster consumed her Life Points, which outside the context of a Duel, equated to her Lifeforce.

Trembling, she stared at the scene as an explosion of pure white light erupted from the Level 8 monster, engulfing both it, Gragonith, and the King of the Skull Servants.

The brilliance of the light was so intense that it illuminated the sky like a sun descending from the Heavens above.

Sadly, Akane did not have the fortune to ponder the spectacle as she collapsed onto another rooftop. Wulf had vanished too, his form dissolving without her Psychic Energy to sustain him, but not before he had whisked her away to safety, far from the commotion.

Heaving, Akane swayed to her feet, “D-Did we get 'im?“

— «SK(GX)» —

"What were you hoping to accomplish by coming here? I told you, I don't know where she is." Lenix said, exasperated.

"She went out with you, so you're responsible for her.“

"That's..." Shaking his head at what he considered the most ridiculous logic he'd heard to date, he sighed. "Like I said, Akane's a big girl; she's responsible for her own well-being. Besides, aren't you an Oyabun? Why didn't you have people tailing your little sister?"

"We're stretched thin as it is. Do you think it's easy hunting down one person?" Musashi growled back like a wounded animal.

“Sounds like your problem. But since I'm so kind, I'll share a little insight: I think Akane's going after the kidnapper. You might be able to catch up to her if you go now."

"Fine, but you're coming with me," Musashi insisted, yanking him by the wrist. Lenix grunted, mentally calculating his chances of escaping the empowered Duelist, because whether he realized it or not, Musashi Fushio's being passively enhanced by his Bonds with the Gladiator Beasts.

This meant that the Oyabun was not only stronger than him but could also endure much longer, as the Enhancements required only a minimal amount of Duel Energy to maintain. After more calculations, Lenix resigned himself to fate and allowed the Oyabun to drag him toward the car.

'You could kill him.' Nephthys whispered, only to have her suggestion shot down instantly. "We're not killing anyone.“

"Who're you talking to?"

Caught off guard by his slip-up, Lenix quickly recovered and answered 'jokingly.' "... The voices in my head?"

"Stop it.“ Came Musashi's curt response as he ushered Lenix in his car.

Entering the car halfheartedly, he tapped on the door, silently communicating with his three Spirits.

None of them seemed to have located the girl, sadly.

"Seriously, you need to have a talk with Akane. At this rate, she might not make it to her twenties."

“Shut up.“

Glancing at the man, Lenix narrowed his eyes. Lenix glanced at the man, narrowing his eyes, and noted. "You don't seem all that worried.“

"Don't be ridiculous... She's my sister; of course I worry." Musashi replied, voice far too steady to pass the CHA Check.

"Funny. With your personality, I'd have thought you'd tell me to fuck off."

Observing the man closely, Lenix demanded. "What are you keeping from me? Answer truthfully or I'm rolling out the car."

"Do you know why Akane never dueled?"

"No," Lenix admitted. It had always struck him as strange, given the game's popularity and prevelance in day-to-day life, but he had never felt it his place to question her. "Why?"

"Eight years ago, Akane started showing some... Strange behaviors. My parents and I would catch her talking to people who weren't there, floating around the house. Our parents were afraid, but they didn't want to involve the authorities. God knows what they'd have done to my sister."

Musashi snorted, dragging his thumb across the leather-clad steering wheel. "They thought it'd pass, or maybe she'd learn to control her 'Gift' better, but then every opponent she faced began to suffer unfortunate accidents. "

"Oh... Lemme guess, it got worse?"

After a pause, Musashi continued.

"Six years ago, during one of our Duels. She managed to Summon her ace, and she was just so excited..." A genuine smile flickered across his lips, a rare sight compared to the usual cocky smirk. "I still remember how happy she was. She won that Duel, by the way."

"But?" Lenix prompted gently.

"The only problem was her Dragon had taken out not just my Heraklinos, but our house as well. Our parents were in the master bedroom. They… They did not make it. It has been just us two since.“

"Do you still blame her?"

"I—"

Hesitating for a brief moment, Musashi finally admitted with a sigh, before deflating like a balloon, "I do sometimes. It doesn't seem fair, I know. It's not like Akane wanted it to happen; she was just excited to get Judgment Dragon to the field and lost control. Most kids would have in her shoes. She's taken by KaibaCorp the very next day, and stopped Dueling until—”

"Until now," Lenix concluded, crossing his arms. "So why are we even looking for her? Sounds to me like she's doing just fine."

"B-Akane hasn't had much practice; against another of her kind… Plus, it's not the kidnapper I'm worried about; it's how the public will react if they discover people like her exist."

“Fair enough.“

“… You don't seem all that surprised?“

“Your sister isn't the only one who can control Duel Energy.“

“You mean—!“

“Yes.“ Lenix rolled his eyes. “Don't look so surprised, Musashi, you're using Duel Energy yourself.“

“I think I'd know if I were.“

“Think about it, how could you have been unharmed after the Duel? Have you ever fallen sick in your life? Have you ever suffered any illness, or felt weak?“ The string of questions immediately stilled Musashi's tongue.

"We can discuss me later. If you have control over this so-called Duel Energy, do you have any way to find B-Akane?"

"My Duel Spirits are already at it—" He started, abruptly cut off by an explosion of light that illuminated the whole of Domino City from above. Through the clouds, the shadow of a Dragon loomed for a fleeting moment, before disappearing just as thunder cracked across the sky. Both Duelists exchanged a glance and then swiftly sped toward the source of the commotion.

"B-Akane won't summon him," The Gladiator mumbled anxiously. "He won't appear unless—"

"She's been backed into a corner.“

Luckily, their destination wasn't far from where they were.

Unluckily, the commotion had attracted a steadily growing stream of people—on foot, on bikes, and in cars alike—all heading in the same direction. "Goddammit, move!" Musashi shouted, honking loudly, oblivious to the scathing glares they were receiving from bystanders until one person, unable to bear the noise any longer, slapped the hood of his Chevrolet Malibu.

"You're not the only one in a hurry, stop honking!"

Musashi's face bulged with irritation as the street began to crowd around them, growling in frustration.

"I think we should continue on foot.“

“I can't just leave my car here…”

“Is your car more important, or your little sister? You decide.“ Jumping out the automobile, Lenix beckoned. “Get a move on!“

Pushing through the throng of people, Lenix reached out mentally to his Spirits. 'Lead the way.'

The Hand's muffled voice echoed in his mind, but it was nothing more than unintelligible gibberish.

Realizing the problem, the Spirit appeared before him, leading the two Duelists toward Akane. With the help of the Insectoids, they navigated the labyrinth of dark alleyways and reached her in record time.

The girl lay asleep on a trash bin, probably having drunkenly stumbled there following the battle.

Most curious, however, was the figure kneeling over her. Clad in a purple, hooded robe that swept down to his shoulders to ankles, the kidnapper turned sharply in their direction, like an alligator catching the scent of its prey.

"B-Akane! What do you think you're doing to my sister, you bastard?"

"Well, well, look what we've got here. Here for the girl, are ya'?" The kidnapper sneered, words dripping with mockery as he addressed Musashi.

"There are two of us and one of you; it's over. Surrender!"

Half-wrecked skeletal mask revealing the twisted smile underneath, the kidnapper grinned at Lenix. "And you... The only person who matters besides myself. Such a shame we're meeting under such circumstances."

Noticing the suspicious glance he's getting from Musashi, who's now craddling his unconscious sister, Lenix smacked his lips. "The Hell are you on about?!"

"Don't be a stranger… You know exactly what I'm talking about,"

The kidnapper replied, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

"I felt your arrival the moment your Soul entered this Realm. Do tell, are you enjoying your time here?“

The silence hung heavy for a moment before Lenix's lazy gaze abruptly sharpened, widening in shock.

He lunged forward, a fistful of fire igniting in his palm.

The Skull King met the challenge with a smirk, raising his hands as his skeletal subjects mirrored his movements to form a massive bony fist.

"I'm disappointed this is all you've managed, but I suppose given the timeframe—"

His smugness was cut short as Vorona detonated into a shower of microscopic cubes, moving in harmony until they completely enveloped the boy.

"Oh? That's an interesting Duel Disk you've got there! Is it your Boon?"

“You talk too much!“

Curiosity piqued, the Skull King chuckled, then laughed uncontrollably like a man possessed, even as his monster was ripped into by Mimic's claws…

Even as Lenix charged forth with the meager 450 ATK of Mimic that still surpassed even the fastest human on the planet.

'This isn't right…' Lenix realized instantly.

Mimic's effect should have activated by now. 'Shouldn't there be an ATK boost as well? Unless...' Unless the Zombie-type monster his opponent was using was drawing power from another source. 'Skull and ATK boost…'

He repeated in his mind, desperately pushing his weary, sleep-deprived brain to recall any memory related to such a card, until he finally remembered the King of Skull Servants—one of the rare few Level 1 Boss monsters. Both its ATK and DEF were 0 without extensive GY prep, but it still didn't make much sense to him for a simple reason, 'Doesn't its effect explicitly state it alters the King's original ATK?

"I banish Wightbaking from my Graveyard..."

The Skull King declared, and suddenly, everything became so very clear to Lenix. The effect hadn't kicked in because its condition hadn't been satisfied… The King of the Skull Servants lived.

Suddenly, the King of Skull Servants, which Lenix believed had been vanquished, snatched him by the ankle, hurling him toward the trash bin.

He collided with it just as [Installation: Mimic] timed out.

“I could've killed you, you know? I could've squeezed you until your organs were spilling out from both ends...“

“W-Why then,“ The question came not from a place of defiance, but from genuine confusion. The Skull King could have easily crushed him like a bug. It wasn't a matter of whether he could, but whether he wanted to. “Why didn't you?“

“And eliminate the only other player this early in the game? You must not be a fan of online and multiplayer games, are you?“

“Not unless I get to be the monster…”

“L4D?“

“Killing Floor… Better graphics and mechanics,” Lenix replied with a laugh, getting dizzier by the second from the collision and completely depleted Duel Energy.

“That’s the problem with you kids today. You put too much emphasis on graphics!”

The Skull King responded with a playful scoff, then shot a glance at the disappearing silhouettes on the other end of the alley.

“The NPCs abandoned you.“

"Y-Yeah..." He croaked weakly, slumping against the bin. Nearly overwhelmed by the stench, Lenix collapsed onto the floor, groaning as his ribs protested by sending wave after wave to his pain receptor. “I figure.“

“How 'bout this, as a gesture of goodwill, I will spare your life,”

Lenix snorted. “Spit it out.“

“I'll give you a month to decide, you can join me in conquering this world or stay out of my way.“

“If I refuse?“

“You die. I don't see why your Playthrough must be cut short protecting the NPCs… They exist for our entertainment, after all.“ Tapping on his broken mask, the Skull King waved, then disappeared up the roof. “Think about my offer, Lenix Owens. I'll see you around.“

Only after the man had gone did Lenix finally allow himself to breathe, but the effort quelled not his agony, even resulting in spots of red in his palm as a rough cough shook his entire body.

"Fuck... This is why I mind my fucking business.“ Lenix couldn't wait for Yugi to return and make the Skull King his problem, but first, “H-Help… Some-Somebody… Help me.“

He needed to survive the night.