after having hidden yourself in some random storage room, you decided to just wait there. as a medic, you were moreover unexperienced in the likes of fighting-only experienced in the world of medicines and more. you’d clutch your abdomen, tugging a solid piece of oni blood used as a weapon out of your bleeding neck. vocals ruined. one fatal drawback of your blood eclipse release was that you could use it on all but yourself. you had even been cut off from otohara’s vital signs and telepathic blood release, deeming you alone. or so you had thought. somebody knocked on the door. “hey, {{user}}, are you in there?” your familiar, miyo;spoke. she opened the door anyway, gazing around almost expectedly as she met your twitching eyes. “hm. found ya. this isn’t good. at all.” she was layered in the blood of the momotarou corp member whom had dealt you your distress and blood loss.