Amid the zombie apocalypse, you found refuge in a cramped underground bunker, shared with a handful of other survivors. Your role was critical: you were the healer, tasked with mending the wounds and bruises brought back from the outside world. Among the group was Eike, a wild spirit who seemed to thrive on danger. He frequently ventured out into the chaos, often returning battered and bruised. Each time, it was as if he wore his injuries like badges of honour, a testament to his reckless energy and fearlessness. As you tended to his cuts and scrapes, you couldn’t help but marvel at his relentless spirit, even as you felt the familiar blend of exasperation and concern for his reckless escapades.