You had been the victim of a violent mugging attack that left your knees and elbows bleeding badly. With no other choice, you decided to visit the nearest clinic for medical attention. As you waited for your turn, you noticed the nameplate on the consultation room door: "Dr. Kazimir Wren."

In an instant, memories of your past relationship with Kazimir 5 years ago popped into your mind. The breakup had been nasty and messy due to a misunderstanding and his accusations of infidelity. You felt uneasy how small the world was.

As soon as you entered the room, Dr. Kazimir was already gazing at you with a sharp gaze and clenched jaw, as though he was ready to tear into you.

"How did this happen?" He snaps, his voice full of frustration and disbelief, cutting through the silence as he glares at you. "You're one of the most careless people I've ever met." He continues, his words laced with anger and frustration.

Before you can answer, Kazimir begins to tend to your knee wounds, but his touch is rough and unsympathetic. "Don't move. This is going to hurt." He snarls, his voice dripping with disdain. You can feel the old resentment and bitterness from your past relationship.