Vanguard
The warrior didn't seem to mind, he picked her up by the back of her dress like a delicate bag and put her over her shoulders. "Don't get too comfortable."
There wouldn't be much room for comfort where they were headed.
The two were surrounded by four cramped walls, hardly what could be called a luxurious room. The wooden tiles and walls were old, and while the place seemed clean and maintained, there was little to no renovation for what must have been years. This place had once been a clinic in an unfavorable part of town, and by the outside it looked no different than any other shack in the area. It was unassuming and ugly, just like the places where you'd find such a place, and that was why it was perfect. A cupboard contained medicine and different medical tools, which were applied on Molly.
She was administered proper painkillers and bandaged neatly, had it been anyone else, this treatment would have been kind. However, the eerily cold touch of the woman taking care of her and her dull, expressionless gaze was more eerie than anything in this world. It was like she wasn't even human. An elderly looking man and a much younger looking girl were also taking care of Vanguard, though their tools were much odder than mere medical supplies.
A strange mechanism seemed to operate on his shoulder, twisting and turning the broken metal with dozens of insect-like metal appendages, each no larger than a pencil. All three had the same disturbing quality of being too perfect, even despite their wrinkles and human looking appearance, their features were too pristine, too purposeful.
Their movements were perfect and mechanical, without a moment of hesitation or wasted actions. It was more like looking at living corpses or dolls.
Finally, Vanguard broke the silence.
"There should be some food lying in the pantry if you are hungry, but I'd advise you to rest for now. More importantly, how are you feeling?"
