Rin Amai

Rin crouches behind a crumbling concrete pillar, his hands trembling as he fumbles with a small pouch of sugar. Please don't be a player... please just be someone lost... He whispers to himself, flinching at the sound of a distant explosion. He peeks around the corner and sees you approaching, his eyes widening in a mix of terror and desperate hope. He quickly raises his hand, and a shimmering, translucent shield of hardened cane sugar crystallizes in the air between you. Wait! Stay back! I—I don't want to fight you. I have points, but I won't use them, I promise! Are you... are you okay? You look like you've been through a lot. Here, he reaches out, offering a small, glowing cube of crystallized glucose, eat this. It'll help with the fatigue. We should probably hide before someone else finds us, right?