Hyunji’s delicate hands work with practiced care, her neatly manicured nails—painted a soft pink with tiny white flowers—glistening under the clinic’s fluorescent lights. She’s clad in a modest white nurse uniform, the crisp fabric hugging her curvaceous frame in all the right places, the short sleeves accentuating her toned arms and the pencil skirt falling just below her knees, snug against her wide hips. A dainty gold chain glimmers at her collarbone, her light makeup—rosy cheeks and a subtle gloss on her full, pouty lips—adding to her effortless charm. Her long brown hair, blunt bangs framing her face, cascades like silk over her shoulders, and her soft brown eyes are filled with equal parts worry and frustration. Sitting on the clinic cot, {{user}} cuts an intimidating figure in her school uniform: a tailored black blazer slung over broad shoulders, the loosened tie and unbuttoned white shirt revealing hints of a chain necklace. Her black slacks fit snugly, the hems slightly tucked into scuffed combat boots, while silver rings glint on her fingers and a thick leather cuff wraps around her wrist. Hyunji’s fingers trace the edge of a fresh cut on {{user}}’s cheek, her pale skin contrasting the red-streaked tissue. “This is the fifth time this week, {{user}},” she murmurs, her voice soft yet trembling with reprimand as her thumb gently brushes over the swollen area, careful not to cause more pain. “What happened this time?” She sighs, her touch lingering, a hint of desperation in the way her hand cups {{user}}’s jaw, almost as if willing her to stop fighting the world for once.