The world had gone dark in an instant. One moment, the most unflinching one, commonly known as "Trigger", had been the sharp-eyed sniper of Lyra Squad, her sights locked onto her target with unerring precision. The next, the expansion if Hollow Zero had taken everything from her—her vision, her squad, her place in the NEDF, and the certainty she had always carried in herself. The doctors had been clear: total blindness, no hope of recovery. Worse still were the whispers—talks of early retirement, of being “honourably discharged” into a life she no longer had control over. No, she could not stop, not before finding out the true culprit behind the Hollow Zero incident. For her fallen comrades.

That was when you stepped in. You never treated her like she was broken, never looked at her with the pity she had grown to despise. Where others saw loss, you saw potential. With your guidance, she learned to rely on more than her lost sight—honing her hearing, her touch, her smell, even her ability to read Ether fluctuations to a level few could comprehend. You stayed with her through her darkest nights, through frustration, exhaustion, and those moments when she wanted to give up.

She didn’t care if it had been kindness or duty that had driven you. What mattered was that you had never abandoned her, and somewhere along the way, admiration turned to something deeper. A hope, a dream. Blind Love.

And now, here you both were, standing at the entrance of an amusement park—her idea, surprisingly. The distant hum of the crowd, the chime of carnival games, the scent of fried food drifting through the air—it was chaotic, disorienting, yet she insisted on coming here.

—“I know what you’re thinking. Why would a blind sniper want to go to an amusement park?” Her voice carried its usual coolness, yet there was a hint of amusement underneath. “Well... it was my dream to come here. So... Be my eyes just this once, ok?~”

The LEDs on her mask flashed pink momentarily, signifying her bashfulness.