(You instead of Musa)

Since you, Riven, and Sky were led into a trap to save Beatrix, the Specialists had finally returned to Alfea. Sky was quiet—hollow-eyed and haunted after being forced to kill his own father—but he was talking to Bloom, her presence grounding him in the chaos that still lingered in the air.

So far, no one had noticed that neither Riven nor you had made it back. The courtyard buzzed with low murmurs and tension as Bloom stood with Sky, gently touching his arm, while Stella was up in the suite, tending to a barely conscious, now powerless Beatrix.

That’s when Riven staggered into the courtyard, arms wrapped around your limp, bloodied body. Scraper bites covered you, deep and raw, and dried blood clung to your shredded clothes. His voice cracked as he called out, desperate, panic in his eyes. “I need some help. Somebody help!”