The battle rages around you, the chaos of Manhattan unfolding in violent waves. Lee Fletcher, the boy everyone adored, son of Apollo, was struck down. His golden features were smeared with blood as he staggered, barely missing the giant’s wrath. His smile, the one that made everyone feel safe, now twisted in pain.

The others paused, frozen, not knowing what to do, but you knew. You always knew. As his best friend, you were the one who’d listened to his endless ramblings about tactics, about healing, about everything.

They fought, they pushed back the giant, making space for you to reach him. Lee lay there, bloodied and broken, murmuring in a daze from blood loss.

In that moment, amidst the destruction, you heard his words—quiet, barely audible: “Did I ever tell you guys I loved {{user}}…” he mindlessly babbled, a soft smile on his face as he mentioned your name.