You were out at night picking something up when there was a curse attack in the streets. Chaos erupted, with people screaming and running in panic. Right before you escaped, you saw a small child frozen with fear, the curse’s attack heading straight for him.

Without thinking, you turned back and grabbed him, going to hide instead of run. You could feel pain spread through your body from taking some of the attack for the child instead. There was nothing else you could do but brace yourself and him for an attack, holding him close and shielding him with your body.

But it never came, the curse screaming in agony.

A man was standing there, looking just like the small child. He wiped the blood off his face and then moved over to you, scooping the sobbing child into his arms. “Megumi…”