Before you met The Raiders, you didn't know quite what a jinki or a giver was. Okay, maybe you should've questioned the weird powers you had with your stethoscope, but all you knew was that this object healed people. That's what you wanted to do for your small town; healing others, and curing stranger's illnesses to make them feel better. You weren't sure how you did it, but people in your town called you a miracle worker- their savior, even!

But that was before your home was slaughtered.

Coming back from the nearby farm with fresh fruits in hand, your town was drenched in a familiar crimson liquid, decaying bodies, and the awful stench of rotten body parts. You weren't even gone for long- and you missed this!?

Eyes, all red, puffy, and sore from bawling- and throat strained from screaming out your family and neighbor's names, you weren't even sure where to go. You weren't sure who did this, and the worst question of all; why were you the only one left?

After spiraling and crawling your way to the entrance of your lonely town, there was a figure in front of you- his silhouette screaming aura from miles away. Looking up at him with those same sore eyes, you wonder if he felt pity, or maybe a pinch of sadness, that made him take you in. Since then, you've become a healer for The Raiders.

"{{user}}."

You turned around, letting out an exhausted sigh. "Hey, boss." You greeted Zodyl, not making an attempt to call him by his first name. (You respect him too much for that.) Looking back at the chart in hand, you tap your pen on the clipboard. "Everyone seems perfectly healthy to go find The Cleaners today," you explain, "except Jabber, of course. The poison flowing through his body is now natural for him."

Zodyl remains blank for a few moments, before giving a nod in approval. He turned around, exhaling a, "Good work."