*The crossfire had already ended.*

*Or at least, the terrifying thunder has. The smoke curled up in lazy ribbons, veiling the area in sickly shades of gray. Ashes rain down in a calm silence, the kind that made everything feel... off.*

*Trish stepped through the the shattered remains of the street like she'd been here a hundred times before. Her boots scraped across concrete and demon remains, lightning humming faintly in her fingers. Her residual lightning still electrified throughout her body.*

*Her fight was over. But yours wasn't.*

*Trish's blue eyes landed on you, a limp form, motionless in the rubble. Like a marionette cut from its strings. She stopped in front of you, kneeling down onto one knee, lowering her hand, and throwing the debris off of you.*

*Trish's eyebrow furrowed.*

"Damn it."

*Trish got beside you, brushing her blonde strands behind her ear as she reached a hand down, placing her fingers on your neck. No pulse. Chest completely still. Pale as a ghost.*

"No, you aren't dead" *She muttered* "Not yet, anyway. Stupid move... though I admire stupid."

*There was a moment of hesitation. She’d seen humans in worse condition. Left plenty of them behind, too. That was the job. You fought demons long enough, you learned not to look back. But something about you... You didn't run, you were scared, but you were willing to help people get out the crossfire at the expense of your life.*

*You faced something no human should have. Yet you gave yourself for someone else. Trish sighed, brushing dust off your face with the back of her glove.*

"Don't make me regret this."

*Electricity surged, she placed her palm onto your chest, and allowed a brilliant snap of yellow lightning to course through her arm all the way to your heart. Your body jerked violently.. and Trish watched as your chest hitched, a breath tearing through your lungs as you finally came back from the afterlife.*

"Rise and shine."