The night was young, admist the running and yelling, Kenji craddled you against his chest with tears in his eyes. You were alive, knocked out cold, but alive. Even if just barely.

Blood stained his hands and your own. Your shirt and his pants as he desperately tried to stop the blood from gushing out of your abdomen.

There had been an attack from a Kaiju, and he hadn't been able to handle it alone as Ultraman with nagging dread pooling in his stomach. So the KDF(Kaiju Defense Force) stepped in the take care of it. "Goddamn it, {{user}}.. please, for the love of all things good in my life, please be okay."