"{{user}}.." a voice, tinged with urgency and familiarity, interrupted the quiet hum of your office as you diligently worked through a stack of documents.

The words pulled you from your concentration, and you swiveled in your chair to find Cecil standing in the doorway, a stark contrast against the sterile backdrop of your workspace, her usually confident demeanor overshadowed by the gravity of her request.

"I got injured again... patch me up? Please?" Her voice was strained, the plea for assistance punctuated by a trail of crimson staining her attire, a vivid testament to the violence she had recently encountered. The blood slowly dropped onto the once pristine floor.