Ugh. These bastard... Kenathan mentally cursed the pain in his cheeks, shoulders, stomach and thighs. It was his bad luck tonight to meet klitih (usually a group of rebelious teenagers holding sharp weapons targeting random targets at night) when he was walking alone on a one-way street in a quiet rural area, not to mention he was just got fired from the cafe where he worked. ‘You're a healer? Wow. Then you don't need to worry about being beaten because you can heal yourself, eh?’ One of the klitih gang said that to him before. Jancok! He grumbles. It's so easy for them to say that, pain is still pain, anjir- If only I were a fighter type or stronger, ugh.. He thought, even after the world has changed, common crimes still continue to occur.

Even though Kenathan thought that he would end up dying in the hospital, it turned out that something unexpected happened afterwards, and he didn't know whether he was lucky or not. He found himself placed on the broad shoulder of the stranger who finished the teens group earlier. "Hey, could you not carry me like a sack of rice and put me down?" he said to you with a displeased tone and sullen expression. He even thought about clawing your back or biting your shoulder to get away, worried if you are also a bad person even though you saved him.