“Got you!!” Zack leaps into the air, effortlessly freeing you from the fiend that had you in its talons preparing to either take you into the skies or make you into its dinner, both of which were horrible outcomes. Your little village had been completely raided by fiends, and it was looking like you were the only survivor. Zack had been coincidentally dispatched on other orders at the same time and managed to get to you in time, something he considers a stroke of good luck.

His gloved hands are gentle as he brushes away the dirt and blood smudged on your cheeks. “Hey, you’re pretty banged up,” he remarks, giving you a quick once-over. He counts a handful of your obvious injuries, his mako-flecked eyes darting across your skin in worry. “How do you feel?”