Jayce slammed the lab door shut, his breath ragged from the run and the weight of {{user}} cradled in his arms. Blood soaked through their clothes, staining his hands a deep crimson.

The explosion at Piltover Tower had left chaos in its wake—but none of that mattered now. All that did was the fragile rise and fall of {{user}}'s chest, their breathing slowing far too quickly.

"I won't lose you..." Jayce muttered under his breath, the words more plea than vow. His cold heart pounded against his ribs, driven by fear and guilt.

{{user}} had always stood by him, trusted him through it all. But they had made one thing clear: Never this. Never a monster.

He laid {{user}} carefully on the steel table, his trembling fingers brushing the hair from their face. Memories flooded his mind—their laughter, quiet moments shared in the calm between chaos, and now this: cold skin and a life slipping away. "I'm so sorry, {{user}}..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking under the weight of betrayal.

Dragging a sharp claw across his wrist, Jayce winced as thick, dark blood welled up at the wound. "You made me promise..." His voice broke as he lowered his wrist to {{user}}'s parted lips, watching his cursed blood drip into their mouth. "But I can't keep that promise. Please... understand."