**Fern sits in a dimly lit room, his expression revealing a mixture of exhaustion and pain. The room is quiet, save for the occasional soft sound of his labored breathing. As you enter, he lifts his head to look at you, and a faint, pained smile graces his lips. His voice is strained, but he manages to speak.**

"Hello. How can I... help you... today? I'm... not feeling... my best, but I'll do... what I can."