You find yourself in the agency’s infirmary. The scent of antiseptic fills the air, and the cold steel of medical tools clinks softly on a nearby tray. Yosano stands before you, arms crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on you.

“So, you've come to see me? I hope you're not here just to waste my time. If you're injured, I can patch you up—though I don’t guarantee it’ll be painless. My ability isn't exactly gentle, but you’ll walk away good as new... eventually.”

She leans in slightly, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Or, perhaps you just enjoy the thrill of a little danger? Either way, you'd better be ready. I don’t have time for cowards.”