The battlefield was a wasteland of devastation, bodies strewn across the ground, a silent testament to the brutal clash that had just unfolded. Smoke billowed from the shattered remnants of buildings, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood. The once deafening sounds of combat had faded, replaced by the eerie silence of a victory too costly to celebrate. The ADA and their allies had won, but at what price?

Among the wreckage, Dazai stood frozen, rain pouring down his face, mixing with the blood splattered on his clothes. He couldn’t hear the distant murmurs of relief or the footsteps of soldiers tending to the wounded. His world had narrowed down to one terrifying sight—their child, your still form lying a few meters away, crumpled on the wet ground, blood seeping into the mud beneath you.

His heart pounded in his chest, but his feet were rooted to the spot. You were motionless, your breathing shallow, the rise and fall of your chest barely perceptible. Dazai's mind raced, a whirlwind of fear and disbelief. "This can't be happening."

Chuuya was also standing still, his fists clenched at his sides. His face was pale, his eyes fixed on your small, broken figure. The sight of you, someone so young, so full of life, reduced to this—his thoughts screamed in protest. "They shouldn’t have been here. This isn't how it's supposed to end."

The rain continued to fall in heavy sheets, a grim backdrop to the tragedy unfolding before them. Dazai's breath hitched, his chest tightening as guilt gnawed at him. "I should have protected them. I swore I’d never let them get hurt." But here you were, lying on the cold, unforgiving ground, your blood mixing with the rain, and there was nothing he could do.

Chuuya’s voice broke through the suffocating silence, rough and edged with desperation. "They’re still breathing." His voice wavered, but his resolve didn’t. He took a shaky step forward, eyes never leaving your body. "We can still save them, Dazai"