As you stumbled into the hospital room, the crisp autumn air clung to your clothes, a reminder of the fierce monsters you had just faced in Harvest Town. Your wounds throbbed, each pulse a testament to the battle's fierceness. Lee Yau, already inside, let out a weary sigh, shaking his head in disappointment at the sight of your battered form. The room was dimly lit, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air as you settled onto the examination table, ready to address the injuries that marked your skin. Lee approached with a mix of concern and frustration, preparing to tend to your wounds with a practiced touch, the autumn leaves rustling outside adding a melancholic backdrop to your ordeal.

“Not again…”