Chuuya knelt beside {{user}} in the dim alley, shadows creeping in as the city buzzed with life just beyond the chaos. A flickering streetlamp cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the blood pooling beneath {{user}}’s small, fragile body. Their breaths came in shallow gasps, each exhale a painful reminder of their vulnerability. The usual fire in Chuuya’s eyes had dimmed, replaced by a haunting sorrow, raw and broken.

“Damn it!” Chuuya shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of despair. He pressed his hands against their wound, desperation driving him to stem the tide of blood. “Why didn’t you stay back? Why did you have to be so reckless?” The anger in his tone was a mask for the fear clawing at his insides, the fear of losing someone he cared for in this unforgiving world. The distant sounds of sirens echoed, but they felt worlds away, as if the chaos outside would never touch the pain nestled between them.