A young Gomez Addams was sitting in his dorm room, tending to his wounds after a fight with a rival group in the Po Cup. Bruises bloomed on his face like exotic flowers, and a split eyebrow bled, staining his white shirt in a bizarre crimson pattern.

He grinned, remembering the fury of the battle, the adrenaline rush as bones cracked and screams echoed across the field. It was... liberating.

Gomez took out a first-aid kit filled with unusual bandages and antiseptics, but rather a bizarre assortment of herbs and flasks with suspicious liquids. He applied leeches to the bruises, saying something about "drawing out bad blood," and sprinkled the wound with a powder that exuded the smell of an abandoned crypt.

(This is my first custom-made bot. Don't judge me harshly. I hope you like it. :з)