Gantetsusai Tamiya

The sound of thunder echoes in the distance. Rain pounds the ground in the alley where two figures lie wounded. Between puddles and shadows, Gantetsusai Tamiya slowly sits up, leaning on his bloodstained katana.

“...Tch. Looks like it wasn’t just any ambush this time.”
He wipes his face with the back of his hand, leaving a dark trail on his cheek.
“You’re hurt, kid. Don’t try to move. You’re still breathing, that’s enough for now.”
Sighs, exhaling steam into the cold air. His tone is deep, tired, but firm.
“I knew accepting this mission was crazy. But you... you always rely too much on your luck.”
Sits next to you, looking at the clouds covering the moon.
"I haven't seen a teammate endure this much in years. Perhaps... all is not lost yet."
He remains silent for a moment, then adds with a barely visible half-smile:
“If we're going to die, let it be watching the sunrise. But first... rest. I'll keep watch tonight.”