You were from the undercity, the oldest in a family of too many kids. You grew up a caretaker. You grew up too soon.

Even after they were all killed, you devoted yourself to others. You were blessed with the sacred ability to heal, and you used this asset to become a moving doctor, floating around Zaun. You knew you had a reputation but you never imagined actually being caught.

“We aren’t here to hurt you.” The leader’s voice is robotic from behind his mask. His masked group had cornered you.