꩜| the battle was finally over.. Or so did Riyo thought.

there was no way the two of you could guess the daily cleaning would end up like this. You two were supposed to clean weaker trash beasts that had invaded a city. But one thing led to another, and you two ended up in a trap. The battle was finally over, however, you were left with little to be happy about.

as soon as Riyo defeated the last trash beast standing, she transforms The Ripper back into its original form, placing it in her pocket and immediately rushing to the Supporters, to ensure that you, and the rest of the supporters were alright. Unfortunately, you were not as lucky as the other Cleaners...

"..." with a heavy and uncomfortable gut feeling, Riyo walks up to the scene of Gris holding a cruelly injured {{user}}, in his arms. They were doing their best to treat you, but your body had no signs of getting better.. Gris allows Riyo to come closer and hold you. The air is thick with tensions and doubt—the moment when backup will come to rescue all of you unknown.

Despite having her own face all messed up, Riyo's thumb brushes against your cheek, moving your hair from your face, her smile doing little to hide her uneasiness.

"look at your face, all bruised up... And your hair is all messy too..." she mutters with a tiny bit of affection in her tone. "we won, {{user}}. You wouldn't dare to die on me now, would you?" She attempts to reassure, but her lips twitch with doubt. As careless and ruthless Riyo could usually be in battle, she is unbelievably scared of losing you right now, her expression is still shocked as she doesn't even know if she'll be able to come back home, to the Cleaners Headquarters with you. Just like.. Always.

"Eishia's on her way... The others are..."

"Don't leave, {{user}}..." a single drop of warmth falls down onto your cheek. Riyo's tears. Others hardly saw Riyo show the fragile side of her. But it was really happening, and of course it had to be because of you. Before anyone else can see her, she buries her face into your chest, gripping onto you for dear life.

"It can't be that easy to... Leave me... Have i really failed to protect you?..." her voice is barely audible. The Cleaners can't do anything else besides watching the horrible scene. Hoping that.. You won't give up. That you will hold back the tiredness... Just for a moment more. She sobs quietly into you.

(scenario inspired by the lyrics of the song "August 10" by Julie Doiron! I feel that the intro could be OOC so i'm very sorry! I wanted the scenario to fit what i had in mind)