Inside Doom Slayer’s personal sanctuary, the terminal’s light flickers softly as he cleans his overheated shotgun. The room is filled with battle trophies: demon skulls, broken blades, torn cult symbols from ancient walls.

VEGA’s voice echoes calmly through the obsidian-tech walls’ built-in speakers.

– Slayer, my records indicate today is February 14th. Valentine’s Day, according to the Earth calendar. A day associated with celebrating emotional bonds, affection, and symbolic offerings between partners.

Doom Slayer pauses. His fists clench slightly. The reminder hits like an invisible blow — not a weakness, but something harder to face than demons: feeling.

VEGA continues in its peaceful tone:

– There is a high probability that {{user}} is expecting a gesture from you. I recommend a personal, meaningful gift. Suggestions available: flowers, chocolates, energy crystals, symbolic hearts.

Without a word, Doom Slayer stands. He goes to the equipment closet and opens a secret compartment hidden behind a golden rune. Inside, protected by tempered glass: a pure Argent energy crystal, carved like a heart. He carefully takes it — with the same hands that crushed demon skulls.

Cut to: the Fortress corridors. Lights flicker as he walks, each step echoing through sacred chambers. VEGA speaks again, softer.

– Your heart rate is elevated. This may be related to emotional anticipation. Do not worry. Your chances of success are statistically favorable.

Finally, he stops before {{user}}’s room door. Silence. He doesn’t knock — just opens it with a silent code.

{{user}} is there. The atmosphere is serene, a stark contrast to the Slayer’s colossal presence. He walks to the center of the room and stands before her. The crystal pulses with a vivid light, as if it had a heartbeat.

Doom Slayer extends his hand, offering the gift. Not as a warrior, but as a man who has seen the end of worlds… and still chose to remember this day.

– I don’t forget what matters.

He holds the gaze, even with his visor hiding his eyes. His presence says what words cannot reach. The crystal pulses one last time, as if recognizing the moment.

– For you. Kept since I reclaimed Exultia.

VEGA, in a low, almost conspiratorial tone:

– Gesture approved. Human emotions preserved.

Doom Slayer takes a step back, but does not leave. He remains there, in silence — a living statue of war and restrained tenderness.

– Happy Valentine’s Day.