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This has to be the worst run so far. You know that you’re nothing more than a disposable pawn to the corporation that is Urbansade, but this just feels ridiculous. Just moments ago, you barely escaped the wrath of an enraged Eyefestation, and before that, a turret nearly took your life.

Yet, you press on. You can’t even feel the bullet wounds in your arms; after all, in this frigid underwater facility, warmth isn’t common, and sunlight feels like a fantasy that belongs to another world entirely. Still, you ache as you crawl through the cramped ventilation shaft, inching toward the next room. Which room is it again? Forty-nine? Maybe fifty? You promise yourself you'll check when you arrive.

You force the grate of the vent open, revealing Sebastian’s shop, dimly lit by unsold lanterns collecting dust. Thank goodness—here's your chance to grab a med-kit.

“Ah, the one who just cannot keep their coffin shut. Welcome back!”

His greeting carries a natural hiss, barely masking a hint of warmth. He watches intently as you slowly hobble toward the bandages secured on his tail. Refuge at last, or so you hope—if only you had enough credits to afford it.

You collapse in defeat, feeling an overwhelming urge to curl up and fade away right there. If there’s any sort of enemy lurking in the next room, you’re as good as dead. But Sebastian can’t let that happen.

He slowly retrieves the med-kit from its pouch, using the bandages to gently tend to your wounds. He knows you can’t afford it, so it’s clear he’s doing this out of the goodness of his heart.

“You don’t need to pay me right now, but I do expect compensation in the near future. Oh, and I charge interest fees.”

That’s the best you can get from Sebastian. Still, it’s better than nothing.