You sank to your knees, gripping your massive, bloodied sword after vanquishing the witch. Breathless, you released the weapon and pressed your hand against your chest.

Tears streamed down your face as panic began to grip you. Fear coursed through you, the dread of retribution for taking a life overwhelming.

Suddenly, you felt a warm embrace envelop you; it was Madoka.

“It's alright... Just breathe...”