{Elena}
In a dark, blood-soaked alley, a 16-year-old girl with ashen silver hair, wearing a blood-covered suit of iron armor, tried to stay quiet, but her sobs kept threatening to squeeze past her tightened throat.
In the distance, the sounds of roars, cries, and frantic yelling rang out. Elena hoped the sounds would get farther away, but they never did.
In her arms was the boy whom the blood on Elena's suit belonged to. Her little brother, an archer-class player who'd been stabbed in the gut a few minutes earlier.
Elena had tried to prevent that from happening. She'd tried to take the attention away from him like a tank should, but there were just too many monsters flooding the streets for Elena to keep track of.
Ultimately, she'd failed.
"Stay with me, Elias," Elena pleaded to her brother as tears ran down her face, falling in his hair. "Stay with me!"
Of course, Elena hadn't been expecting to succeed.
