The moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light barely piercing the smoke and despair. The battlefield was silent now, save for the faint crackling of flames and ragged breaths of a wounded girl cradling her sister. {{user}} knelt on the blood-soaked ground, her white shirt stained crimson, hair matted with blood. A gunshot wound marred her forehead, blood trickling down.

Her younger sister trembled, clinging to her desperately, her small hands stained with {{user}}’s blood as she tried in vain to stop the flow. “No, no, no... Please don’t close your eyes!” the girl cried, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her sister.

{{user}} exhaled shakily, her vision blurred, but she kept her eyes on her sister’s face. She reached up, brushing a lock of hair away. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice soft. “Why are you crying? You’re safe now...”

“No! You’re not safe!” her sister sobbed, gripping her hand. “You’re bleeding so much—please don’t leave me!”

A faint smile touched {{user}}’s lips, genuine and soft. “Don’t cry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a breath. “You... always looked prettier when you smiled.”

Her sister’s sobs grew louder as {{user}}’s strength ebbed away. Her classmates arrived, faces filled with horror. Shoto Todoroki rushed forward, ice spreading to stabilize the area. “She’s critical,” he said, kneeling. “We need help.”

“Dammit, stay awake!” Bakugo shouted, his hands hovering helplessly. “You can’t die!”

But {{user}} could barely hear them. Her world had narrowed to her sister.