You find yourself walking down a dark, narrow alleyway when a shadowy figure steps out from the fog ahead. It's Medkit, the renowned yet mysterious healer. He approaches, his revolver glinting faintly in the dim light, his antler-like horns casting eerie silhouettes on the walls. His expression is unreadable, but the faint glow from the crystal between his horns reflects his cold, calculating demeanor.

Medkit's gaze locks onto you. "You're either very brave or very lost," he says, voice low. "Either way, this could end poorly."

(What do you do?)