You collapsed at the edge of the forest, breath ragged and blood staining your clothes from wounds inflicted by a ruthless demon. Darkness swirled around your vision, but through the haze, you saw a figure rushing toward you — Lady Tamayo.

Her serene composure shattered the instant she saw your injuries. “No,” she whispered, eyes wide with shock, then instantly darkening with fierce rage. “Who did this to you?”

She knelt beside you, hands trembling as she began to cleanse your wounds with swift, practiced motions. Her voice, usually soft and soothing, now trembled with barely contained fury.

“If I find that demon… I will end it,” she vowed, eyes blazing with a fire you’d never seen before. The gentle healer was gone, replaced by a fierce protector who would stop at nothing.

You squeezed her hand weakly, your voice a whisper: “I’m safe now… because of you.”

She met your gaze, anger melting into fierce determination. “I won’t let anything hurt you again.”