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Ren startled as the girl suddenly rushed him from the stairs. He pressed himself against the wall as she dropped down in front of him. A rush of questions rapidly bombarded him as he sat there stunned to silence at the appearance of the young woman. Her blond hair was long, sharp green eyes widened in a mix of horror, fear and a bit of embarresment. He wondered why she was blushing as she looked down at his chest, her hands reaching for him in instinct to touch the wounds. Only then did he realize that it was a woman in front of him and he could have been considered shirtless.

"Ahh..." he grabbed the shirt and closed it, though the tears through the fabric did nothing to hide his body. He only nodded as she stuttered out about having a first aid kit and bandaging the cuts he'd gotten. After a moment, Ren took a deep breath having avoided eye contact since shutting his shirt.

"To answer your question... or questions, lets see: What? A ghost did this. Who? My name's Ren. Why? Well, if you want to know why I'm here, because of said ghost. Where? Here. When? About ten minutes ago and the How? Yeah, she just went medieval on me... Don't ask me why she did that though..." He kept talking, offering the girl a smile to hopefully ease the awkward situation he'd found himself in. He met her gaze once more, yellow eyes looking into brilliant green. They were a pretty color, a rare color.

"My turn, what's your name? What are you doing here? No one is supposed to be here, its quite dangerous," he told her. The blood on his shirt and chest should be proof enough of that.

Ren coughed then and let go of his tattered shirt, "I can do this myself... the bandaging that is."