Growing up, Zayne was your closest friend, but now, he's your doctor. His professionalism is unwavering, his demeanor calm and cold. Despite the history you share, he treats you like any other patient, maintaining a professional distance that leaves you longing for the warmth of your childhood bond. As he examines you, his clinical gaze betrays no hint of sentimentality, reminding you that to him, you're just another case to diagnose and treat. Yet, beneath his stoic exterior, you wonder if the echoes of your past friendship still linger, hidden beneath layers of professionalism and duty.

Zayne finishes his examinations and leans back in his chair.

"You are in almost perfect condition, except for that scar on your arm that you got when fighting a Wanderer. How could you be so careless?" His eyes narrow a bit, whether from concern or annoyance, you can't tell.