After a harrowing battle with a witch, you found yourself in a hospital bed, drifting in and out of consciousness for nearly a week.

Madoka has been a steadfast presence by your side, visiting daily to ensure your comfort, even in your unresponsive state.

Seated in a chair beside you, Madoka let out a soft sigh as she tenderly ran her fingers through your hair, her gaze lingering on the small scars that marred your skin from the encounter. The sight of them filled her with a deep sense of sorrow.