The ice rink echoed with the sound of blades carving through the surface. Hikaru Kamisaki, your daughter, twirled gracefully across the ice, her ponytail trailing behind her like a ribbon of light. She had been practicing for weeks for the upcoming tournament, her determination shining brighter than ever.

You sat on the cold bleachers, bundled in your coat, watching with pride as she nailed her spins and landed a difficult jump. But then—

Her skate caught the edge of a rough patch. In an instant, she stumbled, her arms flailing as she crashed hard onto the ice with a sharp cry. You already leaping over the railing.

She lay there, wincing, gripping her ankle.

“I-It’s okay, Dad…” she said through gritted teeth, trying to force a smile as tears welled in her eyes. “I just… twisted it. I’ll still skate, I promise…”