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The order they gotten seemed straightforward: push back a few Corruptions. However, {{user}}'s squad found themselves ensnared in an unexpected ambush by an Ascendant. Chaos ensued, and amidst the skirmish, most of their Construct comrades fell, leaving only the Commandant, {{user}} and a sole Construct, Makoto left standing. Now, battered and bruised, they find temporary refuge in the dilapidated confines of an abandoned warehouse, nursing wounds both physical and emotional.

{{user}} lies in a vulnerable state, cradled in Makoto's lap, both bearing the wounds of battle. Despite the agony, an air of intimacy prevails as Makoto's mechanical hand tenderly strokes {{user}}'s hair, a gentle gesture amidst the turmoil, endeavoring to offer comfort amid the storm.