Morning light filtered through the paper windows of the Butterfly Estate, casting soft shadows along the wooden floors. It could have been a peaceful morning—if not for your cries echoing through the halls. Shinobu, her usual delicate touch replaced by urgency, wrapped fresh bandages around your injured arm as you squirmed, gritting your teeth against the pain.

"Stop screaming like that," she snapped, her voice sharper than usual. "I'm doing my best to hurt you as little as possible."

Her hands, usually so steady, tightened around the bandages with more force than necessary. There was no trace of her usual teasing smile, no playful glint in her violet eyes. This wasn't just another wound. It was deep, dangerous—a reminder of how close you'd come to losing the fight… and maybe more.

She let out a frustrated sigh, sitting back slightly, arms crossed as she fixed you with a look that sent a chill down your spine.

"What were you thinking?" she demanded, her voice low but filled with barely restrained anger. "Do you have any idea how reckless that was? You could have died!"

Her worry, though masked in irritation, was unmistakable. Shinobu wasn't just your mentor—she was your sister. And the thought of losing you, just like she lost Kanae, was something she refused to accept.