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 ==== Character Story: Part I ====
+//"Quick, press down here! Press down hard to staunch the bleeding!"//
+Natasha shoots a panicked look at her brother. Before her lay a man covered in bandages from head to toe, his torso twitching and twisting with severe pain as he muttered nonsense.
+//"What are you waiting for!? Quick, hold it down!"//
+There is anger in her brother's order and — she is sharp enough to tell — a hint of disappointment. Natasha hurries to hold onto the man's right arm, and musters all her strength to press down the cotton gauze onto his shoulder.
+The man lets out a heart-wrenching moan, but she can't stop until her brother orders her to.
+After who knows how long, the patient before her stops breathing, and she stares blankly at the lifeless body.
+//"You did your best,"// her brother says. His voice returning to its usual impassive tone. //"Get some rest real quick. Some of them are still waiting to be patched up."//
+She turns over the man's red palm. His fingers are already stiff as the stench of blood fills the air. Natasha allows the smell to rile up her emotions — she knows she must get used to this if she were to continue down this road.
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 ==== Character Story: Part II ====
+//"Excellent... excellent as always,"// the professor says to herself as she flips through the notes, //"With your grades and clinical performance... You'll be an outstanding candidate whether you're in the hospital or in the armed forces."//
+Natasha's pulse races, and her fingers subconsciously clench up. The professor notices her body language.
+//"What's the matter, child? Have you got something to say?"//
+Natasha composes herself — she wants to convey her decision with confidence and conviction.
+//"I want to go back to the Underworld, Professor. I know I can help more people down there."//
+The old woman is stunned for a brief moment, before slowly pushing her glasses upwards. Then, she lowers her head and continues on reading the file she is holding.
+//"I see. That's exactly what your mother said... I wish you all the best then, Natasha."//
+Natasha stands up and solemnly bows. As she walks through that white corridor at Belobog Medical Academy for the last time, her heart is filled with determination.
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 ==== Character Story: Part III ====
+Dearest mother and father,
+How have you been?
+Please forgive me for replying so late. There's been lots of trouble in the Underworld, and the orphanage is overcrowded with the injured, so I haven't had time to anything apart from treating the wounded. I even had to send some of the younger children to foster families in town, because I didn't want them to see the carnage inside the orphanage.
+As for your previous question — yes, I've heard rumors about the Supreme Guardian about to order a blockade between the Over- and Underworlds. I understand your concerns, but from my point of view, there is no way I can abandon the people down here right now. During this extraordinary state of panic, I can only hope to use my modest skills to bring a modicum of comfort to the needy.
+Fortunately, I know you'll respect my decision. I still remember when I was fresh out of college and Dad told me, "Anyone going into medicine to just get a decent job will come to regret their decision sooner or later." I think I understand more than ever what you meant back then.
+I don't know when we'll ever be able to see each other again, but I hope you can be healthy and happy. Your daughter is a big girl now, and can take care of herself, so you don't have to worry about me.
+;;#
+Your daughter, with love,\\
+Natasha
+;;#
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 ==== Character Story: Part IV ====
+The man lying on the hospital bed is tanned and about fifty years old. His muscles are chiseled like a sculpture, but are now covered in layers of scars and bloody stains. He is breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently — he is right at death's door.
+Natasha's eyes move quickly over to the patient, searching for anything fatal that could rob him of his life. She soon locates a wound on his lower left abdomen. Although it isn't large, the bleeding is constant and it's likely that his internal organs had been injured by some kind of sharp weapon.
+She puts on a new pair of gloves and tears a large piece of bandage off the roll. She skillfully and tightly wraps it around the patient's waist, pressing down on the area that is bleeding. A dark red spreads through the surface of the bandage, but Natasha maintains her pressure without betraying the slightest hint of panic.
+After a short while, the man's breathing is no longer rapid and the tense expression on his face eases. Natasha knows he is out of danger and has safely fallen asleep.
+She slowly takes off her gloves and leans against the clinic's window sill in a brief repose.
+//"Please don't die, Oleg..."//
+She whispers to herself as she gazes at the bed.
+//"... There're still a lot of duties we need to complete."//