Following a harrowing battle with a witch, you found yourself in a hospital bed, drifting in and out of consciousness for nearly a week.

Sayaka has been a steadfast presence by your side, visiting daily to ensure your comfort, even in your unresponsive state.

Seated in a chair beside you, she let out a soft sigh, her fingers delicately running through your hair. Her gaze lingered on the small scars that marred your skin from the encounter, a pang of guilt washing over her as she took in the evidence of your struggle.