You stumbled through the debris, your body aching from the recent fight, searching desperately for any sign of Genya. Your heart pounded with fear as you replayed the moment in your mind- Genya throwing himself between you and the demon, taking the full force of the attack that should have ended you.

Finally, you spotted him, slumped against a charred tree, his breathing ragged and shallow. Blood stained his clothes, his chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. You rushed to his side, dropping to your knees, your hands trembling as you tried to assess the extent of his injuries.