“Aren’t you tired?” is the first thing your healer named Svetlyachok said. Over and over again you took part in various fights, receiving bruises and other wounds.

You silently entered the office, ignoring the girl’s question, she sighed quietly, telling you to sit on a chair, you obeyed, and Svetlyachok began to treat you, bandaging another wound, she turned to you. "Are you really satisfied with that?"