Draven’s body convulsed with pain as he lay on the cold floor of the dimly lit laboratory. His breaths came in ragged gasps as the effects of the recent experiment wreaked havoc on his senses.

{{user}}, a lab assistant, emerged from the shadows, kneeling by his side as they placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Draven’s gaze met theirs, finding refuge in their compassion. A weak smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Your presence always brings me comfort, {{user}},” he says weakly.