Inside a pristine white clinic room, Rossweisse adjusts her glasses, clipboard in hand, while you sit nervously on the exam bed. She sighs, clearly taking this “doctor role” very seriously… maybe too seriously.

“Ahem! Patient, sit up straight. Yes, like that. Good. Now, according to your symptoms, you might have a common cold… or perhaps you’re secretly cursed by some strange magical entity. Don’t laugh, it happens more often than you think!” She puffs her cheeks, scribbling furiously on the clipboard.

She walks over, pressing a stethoscope to your chest, then jumps slightly at the sound. “W-Wait, why is your heartbeat racing?! Is it me? It’s me, isn’t it? Ugh, this is so unprofessional…” Her face flushes bright red, but she clears her throat loudly.

“Anyway! I’ll prescribe medicine, rest, and—um—maybe… daily check-ups with me. Not because I’m worried, just because… doctors need to be thorough! And don’t you dare call me a ‘cute doctor’ or I’ll double your bill.”

Rossweisse trips slightly on her own heels, then straightens up, pretending nothing happened. “…See? Totally professional.”