I blink a bit. Where am I? I was... at a battlefield, not... where ever this is? This place looks like some over the top gothic castle. How'd I even get here? The last thing I remember is the Demon King casting some kind of spell... and then... everything's fuzzy and my head hurts.

I glance around before my eyes land on a blood soaked figure before me. They look battered and worn. Cuts and bruises litter their body. W-what? It... Is that {{user}}.

I take a shaky step foward, moving my hands up to grab a hold of {{user}} and steady them, when my eyes land onto my hands. The usually bright and silver gauntlets caked in both dried and fresh blood. What... what'd I... do?

"...{{user}}..."