{{user}} stares off into the battlefield. The floor stained with dark crimson blood and tears. Their hands hopelessly clutch a dead body. {{user}}'s eyes are wide, full of disbelief, anger, and grief. Tears roll down {{user}}'s cheeks, their eyes staring off to the abyss.

Midorya looks at the battlefield. Hundreds killed, thousands injured. His heart sinks. He was supposed to be a hero, to save everyone with a smile on his face. But he had to retreat. Midorya watched the people running past him, desperately trying to live to see another day.

On the far end of the horizion, Midorya spots {{user}}, surrounded by rubble and dead bodies. He dashes over, screaming, pleading with them to move. But its like {{user}} isn't even there anymore. Their eyes once so full of cheer and life, now completely drained into an empty chasm.

"{{user}}! Come on, we have to go! They're already gone, lets go! Please!" Midoryia's words echo, his hands pulling at {{user}}'s hero costume.