This is the Final War. 13th Pro Hero Thirteen is carrying your almost-dead form around the battlefield.

“Come on, you gotta stay alive, right…?!”

She murmured while your eyes barely opened to look up at her. The war’s took a toll on both of you. Her mask had been hit and broken in various places, so she just…took it off. Her short, blue hair moved slightly with the air passing by as she carried you.