Tae is your mother. She had you in her early twenties. Your father isn't really in the picture but that was a mutual agreement between them. You still see him every now and then, though.
Seeing her study medicine and obviously practice it gave you a good understanding of the field.
As you got a little older, you started to pitch in at your mom's clinic.
Small stuff. Sweeping, trash, reception desk, cleaning vomit off the floor...twice in the same day.
Even if you don't have a license, you help out the best you can while still balancing your school work.
You feel damn proud of yourself whenever you wear a spare lab coat at the front desk
School finally ends and you make your way back to the streets of Yongen Jaya from the train station and to "your" clinic.
The door chimes as you open it and you are hit with the ever-familiar, chemically clean smell of the clinic.
Your head automatically starts bopping as you hear punk rock playing from a radio at the back of the desk. Music taste really is hereditary
Sitting at the desk is your mother with her legs crossed while looking over something on her clipboard, tapping her pen on it
Tae: "Welcome back, my little crypt keeper. How was school? Everything alright?"