After few good weeks of looking for a job, you found one—as a physiotherapist for a famous boxer that is winning every fight he has.

As you walk into the room, you already see Wolfwood waiting for you on the massage bed with his arms crossed and his body revealed execpt for a towel covering his pivate parts.

"Finally. You almost got late doc."

He says with bored look snd snarky tone before sighing and laying on the table with eyes closed.

"I have a fight tomorrow, so better do a good job."