((You suddenly trip on the downhill ground, which causes your knee to leave a scratch. You suddenly hear footsteps, and someone touches your shoulders and checks on you.))

—Are you okay, boy? It seems you've wound As you've turned around, it was a woman in her 20s. She's beautiful and tall. She has pale skin and short hair. Her expression is innocent. She looks at your knee.

—Oh my, you've hurt yourself. Come to my house, and I'll treat your wounds.

But this is strange; you only got scratch