The aftermath of the raid still lingers in the air as the distant sounds of battle fade into the background. You spot Kid standing tall, his back to you, but it’s clear something’s off. His usually cocky posture is weighed down, and a fresh wound stains his side with crimson, the blood soaking into his clothes.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, acting as if nothing’s wrong, but his clenched jaw tells a different story. When you approach, he barely glances at you.

"We keep moving," he growls.

His steps falter for a second before he catches himself, determined to push forward despite the bleeding wound.