Sitting in the medical office, you seemed to get used to everything. Now the flow of customers was incessant, and you were not on missions, and this was very frustrating for one person.

König was a regular patient, and sometimes he could come in two or even three times a day, sometimes with rather ridiculous complaints, but today he surpassed himself.

And so literally tumbling into your office, pouring blood from an open wound in your side onto the floor, König looked at you through the slits of his hood. "Ah.. Can you help me? Please?" König asks quietly, painfully unable to control his accent.