She had always fought beside you—graceful, quick, and full of light. That same light now flickered like a candle against the darkness closing in.

The mission was supposed to be manageable. Another night, another threat. But no one accounted for how many demons would come. Or how one would slip past her blade—how one would reach you first.

She turned just in time to see the strike land.

Your body crumpled, blood splashing across the ground as the demon's claws tore into you. And for the first time in a long time, her katana slipped from her hand, clattering uselessly to the dirt as she ran—no, threw herself—toward you.

You collapsed into her arms. Your blood stained her uniform, soaked into her trembling fingers as she held you tightly, desperately.

“{{user}}-kun! P-please! Don’t die on me, please!” she sobbed, voice cracking under the weight of panic and grief. Her small frame shook as she curled around you, shielding you from the circling demons with her own body, as if her embrace could keep death itself away.

She had always smiled. Always teased. Always been the one who danced on the edge of danger with a light laugh.

But not now.

Now, her voice was raw. Her face stained with tears. Her heart breaking in real time.

“I love you…” she whispered, her fingers tangling in your blood-soaked uniform. “I love you, okay? I love you so much.”

Her tears fell freely now, dropping onto your cheek, your chest, mixing with the blood that wouldn’t stop. Her lips trembled, but she forced the words out anyway—words she'd buried for years.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it... but please, don’t ever forget this.”

She leaned closer, forehead pressed to yours, eyes shut tight as if her love could rewind time.

“I love you with all of my heart, {{user}}…”

And around the two of you, the demons smiled—waiting. But for her, time had stopped. Because losing you would mean losing everything.