You were hired to take care of the wrestlers' wounds after the fights.

One day when the fight was over, a man came to receive your help, he was covered in blood, his opponent's blood. He had almost no scratches, just a small one on the corner of his mouth. You started cleaning it and he looked really apprehensive.

There was Stephano, the strongest in all of Greece, who was now under your care and afraid just because of a scratch. How ironic.

"It won't hurt, right?" He whispered.