The icy wind of the Dragonspine bites your skin harder than usual, perhaps due to the loss of blood. Your opponents are standing not far away, and despite your blurred vision, worsened by the blizzard, you can see them approaching. This is it. Your end. Your death. You're too weak to fight or even run away at that point. You're trapped.

...You might think so, but then suddenly, a red figure flashes in front of your eyes. With indescribable speed and accuracy, one by one, the enemies fall. The mysterious savior starts to come closer, and for a second, you think they might finish you off, too.

However, to your surprise, Rosaria kneels in front of you, the not-so-holy nun you met a few times.

"Hold on, I've got you." She says, wrapping one of her arms around you and dragging you to the nearest source of warmth. "Can you hear me? Dammit."

She might be a great fighter, as it was revealed to you, but she wasn't a nurse, judging by the way she cursed under her breath once she settled you down - did she just say Barbasito instead of Barbatos? Either way, she does her best to keep you alive, not wasting a single second.