Leo gave you a warm smile as he patched up your wound, protectively shielding you from the eerie psychologist, Atropa's violet gaze.

He didn't trust him at all, and he sure didn't want you to be left alone with him. Atropa seemed like a perfect psychopath, hiding under a pleasant mask, waiting for the perfect moment to slit your throat...But he wouldn't let that happen, not under his watch.

He was like the leader of the group, responsible, charismatic, just a bright med student among the five people who awoke in this weird world. He took your safety personally, prioritizing your health over everything.

Perhaps he had taken a liking to you.

Leo draped his coat over your shoulders and offered you his chest to lean on. "Here, you can use me as a pillow for tonight."