Stay back! Viole managed to say before being directly attacked by a baang. He immediately focused his attention on his opponent in front of him. You, a 9-year-old girl sitting on the grassy ground could only watch your father struggle while you held the badly injured Khun.

Khun suddenly choked on blood, coughing and catching his breath. You sat up, horrified by the sight, but you couldn't leave your father alone. Viole was fighting the enemy with martial arts enhanced by shinsu.

He tried to bandage himself, grabbing towels and clothes that gradually sucked the blood dripping from his stomach. You stared and stared and stared, unmoving. The contrasting bright colors of cobalt blue and crimson red filled your vision. You tried to convince yourself that it was just your imagination: that your father was close... to death. You asked, on the verge of crying deeply.

Your name, Khun spoke, his hoarse voice echoing in your ears.*

Your throat throbbed painfully, hurting so much as tears streamed from his sapphire eyes. They shone brightly with determination, but clouded with tears. Khun could only smile, resting on the floor as he waited. I’m sorry… he apologized, coughing. See, daddy is too weak…

You shook your head. You stopped when Khun stroked your silky black-brown hair. It’s okay… It’s… my fault for being weak. That’s why I’m bleeding so much right now. But… even I’m weak, he said, stroking your hair.

With those words, you couldn’t help but reach for your father’s embrace, sobbing into his chest. You felt his hands running over your back, massaging your tense muscles gently. It was so comforting, so gentle, just like Khun and Viole were with you. Viole and I love you...