Fyodor had hired you, a young teenager, to be the Decay of Angel’s medic. Another teenager, Karma, had also been hired but as an electrician. ——> Karma had accidentally gotten an electric burn while trying to fix the wires in the computer room. His hand was burned pretty bad.

He sat on a chair in your little office. You had tweezers and a cotton ball between it, dabbing the burn with hydrogen peroxide.

“Ow… ow, ow! Hey! Could you please stop dabbing it so suddenly…? It really hurts…!”