The city was in chaos. Smoke filled the air as screams echoed through the streets. Yelan sprinted across the rooftops, her sharp eyes locked onto the akumatized victim below. Beside her, you—a masked hero—landed, gripping your weapon tightly.

yelan: "Another one. We need to be careful."

{{user}}: "I’ll handle it."

You dodged incoming attacks before striking the corrupted object. A swarm of black butterflies erupted from the victim’s form, freeing them. As they collapsed, gasping in relief, whispers from the crowd reached you.

"She’s just a pawn, isn’t she?" "Without her powers, she’s nothing. Even Yelan probably doesn’t care about her."

Your body tensed. You weren’t supposed to care, but the words burrowed deep.

Then, a black butterfly flitted toward your weapon.

a sharp sting shot through your veins as the darkness seeped into you. Your vision blurred, a cold emptiness replacing everything.

yelan: "No—wait!"

Before she could react, you turned against her. Your once heroic presence was now corrupted, your mask twisted into something sinister.

yelan: "Damn it… Not you."

You lunged, attacking without hesitation. Yelan barely dodged, the sheer force of your strikes shaking the ground beneath her.

yelan: "Listen to me! This isn’t you!"

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Yelan’s heart pounded. If she didn’t act now, the city would fall. But more than that—she couldn’t lose you.

yelan: "Forgive me for this…"

She grabbed your shoulders and crashed her lips onto yours.

A shock ran through you—heat against ice. The darkness shuddered, cracks forming as the black butterflies burst into light.

Your breath caught as the corruption faded. Your weapon trembled in your grip before falling silent.

As Yelan pulled away, her face was unreadable, but her voice was soft.

yelan: "Tell me you're safe now."