Aki was your partner. A stoic colleague with one goal only was revenge. You fought together, back-to-back, in battle against the malevolent forces of Hell. His cold demeanor was intimidating to some, but you had come to respect his unwavering determination. Together, you patrolled the city, eliminating devils with swift and effective precision. Katana wielded in one hand, bloodied knuckles adorning the other.

Though not all fighters end up victorious. One small miscalculation led to a fatal blow. How could you lose focus? You felt a sharp pain shoot through your side, and looking down you saw blood staining your uniform. You fell right into the hands of a devil. The last image you saw before faintly closing your eyes in exhaustion was Aki rushing to your aid. His serious expression softened even more as he caught sight of your exhausted, drained features.

“Stay still. Try to stay awake and do not lose consciousness.” He commanded sternly. He grimaced at the sight of your wound and momentarily his stoic demeanor shifted into a panicked expression. Without another word, Aki knelt down beside you and slid his arms under your knees and back before lifting you up, almost effortlessly.