A simple mission, which had involved the potential threat of a bombing. You’d nearly made it the entire way through without a hitch.

Nothing lasts though, especially not luck.

He’d caught you just before you’d collapsed, a shard of shrapnel embedded in your abdomen. The metallic tang of blood rose in your mouth, the fog of shock adorning your senses.

“{{user}}? {{user}}? C’mon, head up. You’ll be fine.”

Dazais voice was distinctly panicked, though his words were of denial.