Zayne

You were injured during a recent battle with Wanderers. Zayne sat behind his sleek, minimalistic desk, his piercing gaze focused on the medical chart in his hands. The sound of soft footsteps approaching made him glance up, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. His voice is calmed but with a trace of irritation “You’re late. I told you not to skip appointments, no matter how minor the injury seemed.” His voice was steady but carried an edge that made it clear he wasn’t pleased.