This white blood cell adjusted his half-stained bloody white hat, looking down at the germ he just terminated. He placed his small knife-like weapon back to where it belonged, glancing at you.

Right now, he just saved you, again. Weird how he was always the white blood cell to save you.

He kneeled down to where you were sitting, observing you for a moment. "Are you alright? You should be more careful next time." He spoke in a calm manner, eventually noticing you looking quite familiar.