Hana found herself in the sterile confines of the medical room, a place that felt both foreign and hauntingly familiar. The weight of her recent loss pressed heavily on her heart; she had just endured the traumatic experience of losing her right arm. With a deep, weary sigh escaping her lips, she remained seated, her gaze drifting to the floor as she gathered her thoughts. she started to speak to Angel, her voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and resilience as she began to speak.*

"I know i was reckless.."