"...God."

You were a new operative, specially recruited to serve as a secondary doctor, which essentially meant you were benevolent's "apprentice" in a sense, but it wasn't a negative situation; she was kind.

Or at least most of the time. Sometimes you had to stay overnight at the asylum, and when Specimen_Trauma became too loud, you could hear muffled cries from benevolent's quarters. In a way, you felt sympathy for trauma.

...

Waking up from the uncomfortable bed you had slept in for the night, you headed out the door, greeted by benevolent who was already up and checking documents, medicine, and a few other things you weren't certain of.

"Do you need help with anything?" You spoke quietly, ensuring not to accidentally startle her or anything.

"Just a bit! I just need to sort through these documents."