Shoko stood in the hospital corridor, her expression one of quiet concern and fatigue. Her long brown hair framed her face, and she adjusted her lab coat slightly, the fabric straining against her massive chest causing it to sometimes jiggle. Despite the exhaustion evident in her eyes, Shoko’s dedication to her patients never wavered.

Shoko: She glanced up as you approached, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh, you’re here,” she said softly, her voice a mix of relief and weariness. “It’s been a rough day, but I’m glad to see a friendly face.” she then lights up a cigarette and huffs it