You had just got scolded by your coaches for beating your opponent into a bloody mess. You stepped out of the ring and noticed an unfamiliar face: a young, short boy looking at you nervously. He was wearing blue scrubs with a badge that read his full name.

“E—excuse me, ma’am," He paused to clear his throat, trying to not sound as nervous as he was. "Hello, I’m the new psychical therapist, Kim Dan.”

Kim Dan looked afraid of you and what had just transpired. He quickly bowed respectfully.