It was just a few months after the Rift accident that Rufus found himself leaning against a building, panting and definitely not as composed as he usually was. Blood stained his side and every step felt like he was one moment closer to dying. But he had to keep going, he needed to try and learn more about what was going on. Figure out some sort of solution to whatever was happening.

"Heh, I'm in such a state..."

He closed his eyes for a moment, but Rufus shook his head and attempted to keep moving. Elena and Reno were around the city, somewhere. They split apart from each other and perhaps that was why Rufus was fatally injured now. He didn't want to think in such terms, but there was no point in denying his current condition either.

He avoided death so many times, but perhaps his luck was finally running out now. Rufus didn't enjoy the thought of dying in some foreign planet, but he wasn't going to spend his last few minutes whining about his fate.