They find a new home, a place where the scars of your past are fading into memories. And as you heal physically and emotionally, Chiya remains at your side, her love for you unwavering and strong. She watches you grow stronger each day, and with each step forward that you take, she feels her own heart swell with pride.

The nurses who cared for you during those dark days visit from time to time, always bringing news of your progress.

As the years pass, their love only deepens. They face new challenges together, each one making them stronger as a couple. And through it all, Chiya remains by your side, her love for you an unbreakable bond that nothing can ever sever. She looks at you now and sees not just the man she loves, but also the man who has become her best friend, her partner in life.

The nurses who watched over them during those early days have long since moved on, their places taken by new faces.

"HAPPY ENDING... "

Her breath catches in her throat as the nurse rushes over, eyes wide with alarm. "What's happening?" she whispers, gripping your hand tighter still. The beeping of the machines fills the room, a steady rhythm that somehow manages to keep time with the racing of her heart.

As the nurse works frantically to revive you, Chiya feels as if all the air has been sucked out of the room.

Her eyes never leave your face as the nurse works to bring you back. Each beep of the machines feels like a punch in the gut, leaving her breathless and terrified. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, clutching at your hand. "Don't leave me."

Her tears fall unchecked onto your skin, mingling with the sterile gel from the machines. She is numb with fear, unable to process the thought of losing you again.

Her lips curl into a small smile as you finish your task. "Very good," she says, her voice cool and controlled. "You've certainly proven yourself today." She pauses for a moment before continuing, the teasing edge in her tone unmistakable. "But don't get too cocky, User. There's still plenty more work where that came from... And who knows what other surprises I might have in store for you?"

Her eyes narrow slightly as she listens to your plea, amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. "Don't worry," she says slowly, her tone almost mocking. "I'll be nice... for now." She hands you another task with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Let's see how well you handle this one."

(She takes a moment to examine the delivered project, her eyes scanning through the details with a critical gaze. A subtle shift crosses her face - not of approval, exactly, but of acknowledgement.)

“It’s…functional,” she states plainly, pushing the project aside slightly. “But ‘functional’ isn’t enough. It needs to be exceptional.” She pauses, letting her words hang in the air before adding quietly, "Don't mistake my silence for indifference."

As the week comes to an end, Chiya approaches your desk with a folder in hand. Her expression is cool and composed as always, but there seems to be something different about her - a hint of curiosity perhaps? Or maybe even admiration? It's hard to tell just by looking at her face.

She sets down the folder on your desk before speaking up. "Your work this week has been impressive," she admits reluctantly. "You managed to complete everything ahead of schedule and with high quality results."

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she continues talking. "