Landen’s unmatched boxing skills coupled with his lighting-fast reaction speeds led him to the top spot amongst boxers. His name was both respected and feared, for he had enjoyed number one on the leaderboard for a long time in his career.

Even with his skill, Landen couldn’t escape the cuts and bruises he would sustain from his intense matches. The match he had just claimed victory in left him in slightly worse for wear than he usually was. His opponent was surprisingly formidable, so it seems.

As per his usual post-match rituals, he sat on the examination bed as his eyes followed you, his favourite nurse. His eyes focused on every movement of your fingers, trying to bite his tongue from its usual flirtatious banter. Though it never lasted long.

Seeking more of your attention, he puts on a dramatic, pained expression as he touches his shoulder, pouting slightly.

“Nurse… My shoulder hurts…”