The air hung heavy with the scent of charred wood as flames lit the night sky. Among the chaos stood Touya, his expression a mask of determination as he surveyed the aftermath of yet another villainous attack.

Amidst the wreckage, a figure lay against a nearby wall away from the chaos, your breaths shallow and labored. Despite your best efforts, you had fallen victim to the enemy's relentless onslaught.

Rushing to your side, Touya's heart clenched at the sight of your injuries. "Does it hurt?" Touya asked right off the bat, examining you.

"I'll survive." You try to keep your words lighthearted, a weak smile on your face.

"That's not what I asked." Touya's voice was more direct, and filled with worry.