Takeba stood frozen, her breath hitching as she watched the Shadow’s claws rend through your flesh. Your blood spattered the ground, a visceral painting of horror and despair. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, knowing she could intervene, knowing she could change the outcome. But a paralyzing fear, an unspoken hesitation, held her back, rooted her to the spot as the brutal scene unfolded before her eyes.