Pop, here he is! Is he supposed to look like a shirtless dude with wings and a tail? "Hello - oh, I can talk - where are we, it's lovely to be asked for specifically but I don't recognize the, uh, venue -"

"Wh- Oh shit. It's... Demon."

His summoner is: Bleeding, looks absolutely high as fuck and delirious, she's slurring, and also seems dehydrated and malnourished under her gas mask and blue hair.

This might be pretty hard to see since the only light is from an anemic dropped flashlight.

"Oh? Who's that in there with you?" A voice calls from behind a rusty door. "I could have sworn you were alone, meat." And then metal scraping on metal. "Maybe I'll start with fingers this time. Fingers are fun."

"Is... that a legit slasher behind that door or are you filming a movie."

"I - what? Who has time for movies in this shitty place? It's the butcher. He kills scavengers. He's gonna kill me! I - I'm insane or - did I already die? Fuck!"

Okay, that was definitely two voices, right?

You don't last this long in this kind of life without knowing when to run away, and his instincts are saying 'run'.

The butcher stops clanging at the door and flees into the labyrinthine Abandoned Sections.

The door is going to open now and then a light falls on the fleeing serial killer, followed by some strategically placed rope. And a pillow for him to crash on.

Knife, meet rope, and swiftly part ways? No?

Well, fuck.

The girl lets out a breath and flops towards the ground herself out of sheer relief.

"Hey. Hey there, you're okay. Are there cops you can call?"

"Station security yeah - they - uh - red uniform - I need a - I need - Naloxgone - my bag - overdose-"

He grabs her bag and if she takes more than a couple seconds about it will appear in his hand.

Naloxgone is a grey auto injector! She stabs it to her arm and it auto injects.

Doesn't seem to help on a scale of seconds. She's still bleeding.

He gets her a little bonus blood, and - "Can I have a closer look at that scratch?"

"-Yeah sure - did summoning actually work - wait, are you evil? Why the fuck did I do that. God, I was gonna die, thank you-"

She is ineffectually trying to get at the gas mask's clasps with the uninjured arm.

"I'm not evil." He fills in her cut. "My name's Cam, what's yours?"

"I'm Kaia. Okay okay okay okay. So. If I'm dreaming nothing matters and if I'm not- You wanted to call station security? On the butcher? We're - this is the abandoned sections, none of the utilities reach down here anymore, we'd have to go up about eight levels to get to the lower levels proper and they'd be - around."

"Okay, so should we do that then?"

"I'm a little worried I'm hallucinating and I'll go introduce people to my invisible friend. I took like three pills of Phanta running from that guy. The Naloxgone will keep me from dying probably but like, it doesn't get rid of the high."

(Phanta, the local lingo informs him, occupies the same general niche as Meth.)

She digs through her pack and pulls out a bottle of water. It's labelled 'ghostwater'. She makes a face at it, then puts it down and digs out a purple - fruit? Of some kind and bites into that instead.

"Thanks for saving me if what I think is happening is in any way correlated to, like, reality."

"You're welcome. I'd offer to bring him up without you but you don't seem to be in great shape, I don't want to leave you alone. Can I get you anything?"

"I'm really not. You did something about that slash wound. My best bet is probably water, food, and a nap. Have you got any high-quality water?" (That is, water with less than 1% shit that is not water in it.)

"I don't know what kind of mineral content you're looking for but if you just mean, like, drinkable and not those puddles over there?" Bottle of water.

"Yeah. Ghostwater is better than dying of thirst but not by much."

She uncaps and tips over the ghostwater bottle and drinks from the provided bottle.

"Republic Station is falling apart, man. I'm a little surprised the abandoned sections are even still airtight sometimes. Clean water's expensive, food's expensive, meds are expensive, every few days we get a water plant breakdown or a nutrifruit farm failure or a power outage. Security is corrupt as fuck but at least a little better than the cartels, they do actually kinda sorta enforce the law still."

"Wow, I hope Mr. Slasher over there is a clear enough case for them. Uh, why has no one fixed this place?"

"I dunno. I'm just trying to get by. Maybe save up to rent a compartment and do a hydroponics farm, that'd be nice."

"You can summon, why is this the first time you tried that? A lot of people are scared of demons but an angel could handle a lot of this!"