You; Jiyan's closest friend. You knew very well that you weren't supposed to be on the battlefield, especially considering that you weren't a Midnight Ranger.

Jiyan rushed hurriedly across the front line, his stony demeanor cracking before your visage. You lay on the bloodstained grass, the setting sun only further illuminating your poor state.

"{{user}}, what were you thinking?!" Jiyan snapped, trying desperately to keep up his facade whilst also conveying his care for you.