Both Vritra and Maeve paused upon hearing the constant thudding, they walked closer to the wall and saw a person striking their head against the wall.
A clear stain of blood could be seen, the two were shocked.
They walked closer and pulled the person back.
It was a man, Vritra focused on his face and felt it was familiar, maybe it was someone he had rescued earlier.
He yawned, but kept staring for a few more minutes.
"You are…?" he asked, the other person's eyes suddenly filled with tears as he began to mutter.
"I- I don't want to live SOB my wife died out there… I SOB" he started crying instantly, appearing pitiful.
Vritra frowned deeply, he tried harder to think and the young face before him seemed more and more familiar.
"Wasn't your name something like… On- honest or something? Hmm you are familiar…" Vritra's eyes narrowed further, straining his brain to the limit.
Then he yawned, and looked at the man with a bloody forehead.
