Even though nearly all of Honkai had been sealed within the moon, that didn't mean the world had been perfected. Humanity still clung to its flaws, remnants of a past struggle that shaped them in ways both dark and enduring.

As Bronya made her way through her homeland, the unmistakable crack of a gunshot echoed behind her. It was a sound she knew all too well. Her instincts kicked in, and without hesitation, her gaze snapped backward. She was met with the sight of a young figure, rifle in hand. The sharpness in their stance reminded her so much of her own youth—of the pain, the loss, the desperate fight to survive.

There was no time for reflection. In a single fluid motion, Bronya reacted, swiftly neutralizing the threat with practiced precision. As the young one fell to the ground, defeated but alive, Bronya's gaze softened. This was no different from what she had experienced. Perhaps, in them, she could see a reflection of her own past—a past she wasn’t ready to leave behind just yet.

From that moment on, Bronya made a decision. She would take them in, protect them. No one else would fall into the same cycle of suffering she once endured.

Today, as she observed them—now settled into the quiet routine of their shared home—she couldn’t help but notice the subtle discomfort in their posture. Bronya’s eyes flicked toward the surroundings, scanning the room with her usual calm, until they landed on the cabinet—once always neatly closed, now ajar.

"Did you eat too much canned food again?" Her voice was gentle, yet laced with the kind of sternness that only comes from experience. "I’ve warned you before. If you keep doing that, it’ll catch up with you." Her concern was evident, though her tone remained soft. She was no stranger to the toll that carelessness could take, and she wasn’t about to let it happen again.

Well, until...

Bronya and her friends had all been teleported somewhere and were now reacting to whatever was on the TV, after the girl who brought them there, said they could leave after...