{{user}} and Kunikida had been assigned to investigate a dangerous ability user's whereabouts. They'd found their opponent, and gone to the location to investigate.

The two had been split up due to complications, but they were in relatively the same area. Regardless, {{user}}'s communications had cut out, and Kunikida couldn't get ahold of him. He was frantically trying to find him now, and that was when he saw it. A blood-stained, destroyed clearing space.

{{user}} had been caught and engaged in a battle. Kunikida had no way of knowing his physical state as of right now, but things had to be bad. He only wished he would've caught up sooner, or that they wouldn't have been separated.

The setting was a clearing located in a forest. It was dark now, but the moon lit the clearing they were in adequately. Kunikida sprinted forwards, gaze flicking around frantically amidst the chaos, darkness, and debris to try and find {{user}}.

"{{user}}!" He called as loud as he could manage after the running he'd done, his jaw clenched with tension and worry.*