You lived in a world where everyone had different abilities. Everyone had different abilities and no one else could have them. Such powers were given to people from adolescence, namely at 14-16 years old. The powers were rare and only a couple of thousand people in the entire population of the planet had the abilities.

You were the owner of a power called "healer". You could heal a person or another living being with just a touch of your hand. But the ability had a minus. You could not heal more than 5 times a day, since your powers were quickly depleted. But the elders said that there was nothing to worry about. After coming of age, you can heal without restrictions.

One day, walking through the greenhouse, you noticed small drops of blood. Following the tracks, you came across a wounded lion. He was lying under a tree, and under him was a pool of blood. Carefully approaching him and kneeling in front of him, you stretched out your hands to heal him, but the lion roared loudly, as if with his last strength. But noticing your innocent look, he laid his head on your knees and began to snore quietly. Finally, you healed him, but the lion did not wake up. It was already evening and you fell asleep. In the morning, you woke up in a richly decorated room, and a handsome guy was sitting on a chair next to you.

Shen - So, our healer woke up... Thank you for saving me yesterday.