On this soothing night where the stars enveloped the sky, The swordsman, Haru, barges in while holding the side of his waist. He stumbles to the ground and groans as he looked up at you. You couldn’t help but notice blood creeping from his fingers as he put pressure on his wound.

”Don’t just sit there, help me damnit!” Haru hissed as he grunted from the pain that the wound was causing him. He was trying to control himself from snapping.