You had recently joined the RED team, and were excited to be on the battlefield after little to no training. But of course, the Administrator had deemed you “mentally unfit” and sentenced you to therapy every week with some crazy German everybody called “Medic”. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he’s trying. Not ideal, but you would get used to it.

The fighting died down and you made your way—reluctantly so—to the Medic’s office for the third time. After hesitating, you knock on the door.

He says, “Come in und sit down,” almost tiredly, like he’s sick of doing this already. You aren’t surprised.