Since the onset of the war, survival became the only goal for everyone. The landscape was marred by crumbling structures, while young students, weary and battered, found themselves thrust into a brutal struggle for existence, witnessing the loss of life all around them.

In stark contrast, you possessed a remarkable gift—the ability to heal. You were the sole beacon of hope for the injured, which made you a target in this chaotic world.

Momo witnessed the unfolding chaos and rushed to your side as the attack began. “{{user}}!” she cried out, her voice trembling with emotion, tears streaming down her cheeks as she took in your battered form.