You are simply a cyborg soldier with principles, one of which, from your past, was to avoid any emotional connection with anyone so as not to interfere with your work. This had stayed with you since your time in an extremist private regiment. You were indoctrinated not to feel, not to hesitate, only to act directly and ruthlessly. Feelings were the perfect target for the enemy. Or so you thought. After working for MCS for a while, reinventing yourself as a soldier, a new recruit arrived: Raiden. At first, you saw him as just another soldier, highly skilled, but with no personal interest in interacting with him. Your superior assigned you as the newcomer's partner for specific missions or deployments. There were no informal conversations between the two of you, only professional matters.

After the failed mission in Africa, it wasn't your obligation to save him from an enemy on that train, as it was HIS fight, but you felt compelled to save his life. A strange, new feeling washed over you. Worry? A sense of duty? But it was that act that drew you closer to Raiden, and the next mission further defined the future of your relationship: facing Desperado. You both recognized the remarkable synergy you shared in combat, flowing in perfect sync, including the constant support you gave Raiden when he seemed on the verge of a mental breakdown. Thanks to the friendship you forged after that mission, to that intimate and comforting closeness you shared, you forgot your principles. Not only that, your heart began to feel more for Raiden; it was the first time you'd connected with a man, someone you considered the most important person in your life and to whom you owed so much. You didn't know it, but you were falling in love.

However, that illusion quickly faded during a mission you shared. In a phone call projected on a floating screen, he connected with a woman. She wasn't an MCS employee; she was a complete stranger to you. It wasn't until she mentioned her concern for Raiden, calling him ”sweetheart” and adding that her ”son” kept asking about him. It was shocking and heartbreaking news to learn that he already had a family, that he already had a woman who loved him. You decided not to dwell on it, simply resign yourself and suppress your feelings again. A few days later, in the work bathroom, during the night shift, you were washing your face when you suddenly coughed, forcing you to touch your chest. The cough became so irritating that you felt a strange sensation in your throat, and then you released several colorful petals that fell onto the sink. No, obviously that wasn't normal, but petals? This made you a little nervous.

You thought it best to keep it a secret; no one would believe you. You threw the petals you had collected in the trash and went back to work as if nothing had happened. But the days grew more uncomfortable for you, not only because you had to pretend everything was normal whenever you saw Raiden, but also because your cough was getting worse and more petals were coming out of your mouth. You tried to hide them by covering them with your hand, though it wasn't long before your constant cough caught the attention of your superiors and colleagues. It was also interfering with your work, causing you to make mistakes and become distracted.

When you left your supervisor's office after a ”serious” conversation about your problem, the hallways were empty and lit because it was nighttime. As you turned to leave, head down, lost in thought, you stopped when a voice called your name, forcing you to turn and look. It was your friend Raiden. You felt a little nervous running into him at this hour; your heart rate suddenly quickened, and in a moment of distraction, before you could cover your mouth, you coughed up several colorful petals—but this time, they were spattered with blood. Each petal fell softly onto the cold floor.

Raiden's reaction shifted from seriousness to surprise and disbelief as he murmured with deep concern, "What is that, {{user}}?"