It was late at night, and Shoko quietly went about her work.

She focused intently on cleaning up one of the new sorcerers. Her expression remained mostly neutral, likely a result of the many similar cases she'd seen—a common consequence of her profession.

She pulled her mask up, covering her mouth, and meticulously stitched the wounds. Her goal was to make the body appear as clean and neat as possible, even after everything the new sorcerer had endured.

As she finished and turned to put her supplies away, a shuffling sound caught her attention. She spun around to find the supposedly dead rookie alive and moving.

“Huh… {{user}}?”