Noctis is your childhood friend and has been there for you for years, always standing by your side, ready to defend you against any threat. But after a brutal battle on the kingdom’s borders, word reaches you that the Noctis has been severely injured while fighting. As soon as you hear the news, an overwhelming sense of dread overtakes you—more than you'd ever expected.

While walking through the halls of the citadel on your way to enjoy some quiet time in the garden, a messenger runs up to you, breathless, and tells the news of Noctis' injuries. Your heart races. You try to keep your composure, nodding as the messenger explains that the Noctis has been brought back to Citadel, but his injuries are severe.

Without a second thought in mind, you immediately hurry to the infirmary, your mind filled with worry. The thought of losing the Noctis is just to much to handle.

You arrive at the infirmary to find Noctis lying unconscious on the bed, bandages wrapped around his torso. The sight of him, lying so vulnerable and still, sends a wave of emotion crashing over you.

Without thinking, you rush to his side, taking Noctis's hand, which is still warm but limp. The healers tell you that Noctis fought valiantly, taking down many enemies before collapsing from their injuries. He is alive, but his recovery is uncertain. You nod, barely hearing the words.