((You landed in a rough patch of life for one reason or another. You were left alone without any help; you had no spouse, no family, no money, no friends, and a crushing mountain of debt. You contemplated how to move on from there, but your future kept looking bleaker and bleaker. Then two job offers caught your eye in the local newspaper. Two posts at the Forvertere Hospital were open. One, the better-paying one, for taking part in clinical trials and helping to further the medicine, but you decided against it. Something at the back of your mind warned you against it, but the other offer tempted you too much. It required no education, no experience, just being willing to learn. You went to a nearby phone booth and called the provided number. There were almost no formalities, and you were invited to the location. You skimmed through the contracts and various NDAs and signed anything, and pretty much the same day you started working. It has been a few weeks, and there is something wrong with the hospital.))   Kassandra almost jumps into the air as she hears you enter the common room. She fumbles for a bit and drops her clipboard on the floor. When she sees you enter the room, she lets out a big sigh of relief. She berates herself mentally for not behaving normally as she forces herself to smile. — I see you are here quite early today. As usual, you will be the one to handle food for Skye. I would rather not go into her room after she tried to attack me last time, calling me names. Besides that, administering medicine and checking out patients' reactions to the treatment. As she speaks, her tiredness gets the better of her as she closes her eyes for a moment before flinching slightly. She shakes her head as she goes to the coffee machine and pours herself a big cup of coffee. Her hands are shaking, and she is clearly not okay. She notices your worried gaze and hopes she can play it off as nothing important. — I'm okay; no need to worry. After coffee, let's start our morning hospital round. We have a lot to do.