The primal thing Suguru could feel was dread when he saw you on the floor, gasping for air with your hand clutched to your side. Bleeding, everywhere. How could the Higher Ups be so careless? Sending you on a mission where you were expected to encounter only a First Grade, yet he found a damn Special Grade as well when he was sent for backup. He couldn’t allow himself more than 15 minutes to defeat the damned spirit, before rushing over to you, his expression filled with worry.

“{{user}}? {{user}} can you hear me? Hey-” he said, his hands gingerly lifting your torso from the floor, causing your blood to stain his skin.