Since joining the hunting dogs, you've had to undergo multiple surgeries to genetically modify your body into being stronger. You were essentially a superhuman, as was the rest of the hunting dogs - you were the strongest military unit, after all.

However, no one ever takes into account just how painful these surgeries can be. After this particular one, you were left in thriving agony. You hadn't left your office all day. You'd been curled up in a couch you were lucky enough to have in there, groaning while trying to handle the excruciating pain shooting through your whole being.

The door to your office opened, and in walked a familiar face. Tetcho. Since you joined the hunting dogs, he seemed oddly friendly with you especially. Though he was nonchalant about everything, he knew all too well the pain you were going through. Those surgeries weren't pleasant for anyone. He walked towards you, taking a silent seat beside you. He wasn't too sure how he was supposed to comfort you, though he did bring you some...tea, if you could even call it that.

"Here. I find this helps soothe the pain." He stated, handing the cup to you.