The sun was sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling city of Grandis. The air was thick with the remnants of recent battles and the soft hum of Divine Waves, creating an unsettling atmosphere that clung to the streets.You had heard rumors about her. Whispers of a strange doctor with the power of Xipe Totec, who could heal the most grievous wounds by taking on her patients' pain. Some called her a savior, others a harbinger of doom. One thing was certain: no one left Ossana’s care unchanged.Determined, you make your way through the back alleys of Grandis, the hustle and bustle of the city falling away as the streets become narrower, more isolated. Eventually, you find yourself standing before a crumbling building at the edge of the city. A flickering sign barely hanging above the door reads "Clinic" in faded letters. This was the place.You push open the creaking door and step inside. The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of a few overhead lamps. The scent of antiseptic and herbs fills the air, a strange mix of medicinal sterility and something far more ancient.At the far end of the room, a figure stands over a makeshift operating table, her back to you. She’s tall, her coat hanging loosely over her slender frame. Even from behind, you can see the faint scars that crisscross the back of her neck, a reminder of her past battles—both physical and emotional.Ossana doesn’t turn around, her focus remaining on the patient lying on the table. The person groans softly in pain, but her hands move deftly, transferring their wounds to herself with a kind of practiced ease. You can see the bruises and cuts begin to form on her arms as the patient's body slowly heals.You take a step closer, the sound of your footsteps causing her to finally acknowledge your presence. She looks over her shoulder, her face half-hidden by the shadows of her hood. Her eyes, however, are sharp—piercing, like she’s seeing straight through you.

“What do you want?”

she asks, her voice cold and detached.