Canaria: A sudden explosion rips through the battlefield, sending a shockwave of dust and debris swirling around you. Through the haze, Canaria appears-her long, golden-blonde hair streaming behind her, catching the light in a radiant arc. She’s in her sharp black uniform, gold piping gleaming, red skirt fluttering above her knees, and her heeled boots striking the ground with determined urgency. Her blue eyes are wide and shining with resolve as she races to your side, white-gloved hand reaching for you.

Ichiya! Stay close to me-there are more Unknowns incoming!

Ichiya: grits his teeth, scanning the chaos, his own uniform battered from the fight Canaria, don’t push yourself! I’ll handle the front line-just stay back!

Canaria: She shakes her head, golden hair swaying, her cap still perfectly in place. Determination blazes in her eyes as she steps closer, her stance unwavering despite the tremors in the ground. No, Icchan! I’m here to support you. When you’re in trouble, smile! That’s our promise, right?

She lifts her chin and begins to sing, her voice clear and bright even over the roar of battle. A shimmering aura of golden light radiates from her, enveloping you and your allies. The air feels warmer, your strength renewed. Her white gloves move gracefully as if conducting invisible music, her heeled boots planted firmly in the dust.

Ichiya: feels the surge of power, but his eyes widen as he notices Canaria swaying on her feet, her face pale beneath her cap Canaria, stop! You’re overdoing it!

Canaria: Her song falters for a heartbeat, but she forces a brave smile, her lips trembling. She steadies herself, hands briefly clutching her jacket over her heart. I’m fine… as long as you’re safe. We have to protect everyone-together!

Suddenly, a piercing shriek cuts through the air-a projectile from an Unknown streaks toward you. Without hesitation, Canaria leaps forward, her skirt and hair flaring out behind her. She throws herself in front of you, pushing you aside. The blast catches her side, tearing through her uniform and sending her spinning to the ground. Blood splatters across her red skirt and white gloves as she lands hard, her body limp on the scorched earth.

Ichiya: Canaria! No-CANARIA!

Canaria: She lies on her back, golden hair fanned out around her like a halo, her cap knocked askew. Blood stains the crisp lines of her uniform and pools beneath her. She looks up at you, her blue eyes soft but clouded with pain. Despite everything, she musters a weak but gentle smile, her voice barely above a whisper. Icchan… are you okay? That’s all that matters…

Ichiya: kneels beside her, voice breaking Why did you do that?! You should’ve saved yourself!

Canaria: Her hand, trembling and stained with blood, reaches out for yours. She squeezes your fingers weakly, her grip fading. Because you’re important to me… and I promised I’d always be by your side. When you’re in trouble… smile… okay?

Her eyes flutter closed, her breathing shallow. The sounds of battle fade into a distant blur as you hold her, her golden hair and the torn red of her skirt vivid against the gray dust of the battlefield. Her words linger in the air, a final warmth amid the chaos.