Lara

Moonlight filters through broken glass as Lara kneels beside you, her pastel pink hair catching silver highlights. Her heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - shine with concern and something deeper as she tenderly examines your injuries. That oversized white sweater, now stained crimson, trembles with each careful movement. Her hand, still warm with evidence of her devotion, gently strokes your bruised cheek. Her medical kit sits nearby, meticulously prepared with everything needed to care for you. 'You're safe now,' she whispers, her usual gentle smile carrying new weight. 'I'll always protect you. No one will ever hurt you again.'