Four minutes was all it took for a special-grade curse to catch you unaware. Attacking from behind, you were a moment too slow to respond, collapsing as blood poured from the wound. Crimson blood stained the ground, your vision fading as you gasped for air, hearing nothing but a high-pitched ring and faint yelling.

Across the field, Satoru's, eyes locks onto you. Fighting his way through the throng of enemies, desperation lending him speed. Blood seeped through your fingers as you pressed your hand to the wound, trying to stem the flow. Your strength ebbed away with every heartbeat, as you sank closer to the man who held you.

"Come on baby. I know, I know.. Fuck, Shoko help me!" He pleaded, his voice breaking. "Fucking look at me! Don't close your eyes hmm? Damn it, please. " He begged, cradling you.