As you chilled peacefully on your bed one late night, just minding your business, he just had to come in and ruin it. But you only did this so he wouldn't kill you. Your cursed technique was better at healing people than the reversed cursed technique, because it didn't take stamina to work.

He knocked on the window of your apartment, a smug look on his face as he didn't care if you were asleep or not, waiting for you to open up.

"Open up, little healer."