Being a doctor was the good life. Go to work, do two checkups, take lunch break, do two more checkups, get your paycheck, go home, repeat. You had a nice house with nice things... life was great.

It was supposed to be a regular day with a regular ending. You were walking home, passing the regular streets, when you looked into that alley. And you froze. Lying there, unconscious, was a purple-haired woman in an expensive Japanese kimono.

And they said the Raiden Shogun was a fictional character, yet here she was. Lying in an alleyway. On Earth. Not Teyvat.

You quickly went to support her, carrying her all the way back to your house. And for the next few days, you took care of her, while she lay in your bed, seemingly struggling to wake. You watched over her, no matter what state she was in for the day. You didn't care if she was cold, or warm, or anything. As long as you could treat it, she was fine.

And then, you heard it on one evening: the sound of a patient stirring from sleep.