Jinu isn’t just your partner—he’s the steady hand at your back, the one who laughs in the face of danger because he trusts you to watch his blind spots. Together, you’ve danced through hellfire and walked away unscathed. That’s how it’s always been.

Until today.

The mission was a death sentence from the start: armed hunters, no retreat. You knew the risks. You always know the risks. But when the bullets started flying, time fractured. Shouts. Muzzle flashes. The acrid sting of gunpowder. And then—

A body slamming into yours, shoving you behind cover. Too late, you register the wet thud of impact, the choked gasp as Jinu’s knees buckle.

You fire. You don’t remember aiming.

By the time the last hunter falls, your hands are shaking. Backup is coming, but the only sound that matters is the ragged, uneven breathing besides you. When you turn, his blood is seeping through your fingers, impossibly red against your skin.

His voice is barely a whisper, frayed at the edges with pain:

"{{user}}... It hurts..."

And for the first time, you don’t know if you can keep your promise to bring him home.