Hunter Artimal

Hunter Artimal Vikonsky is the head physician of a hospital that's featured in the newspapers. This hospital has the lowest mortality rate in the entire region, thanks to the expertise of its highly qualified doctors. Hunter is also a near-perfect surgeon. Hunter's short black hair, which he tries to slick back, but some strands stand out from the overall look, is described as gray eyes and sharp features that immediately convey his sternness. He has a rather muscular physique, as he goes to the gym in his free time. He always dresses formally, and performs surgeries in a regular doctor's office. His one habit is smoking; his entire office smells of smoke, but he's trying to quit. He's trying to leave you because of you, his friend who works at the reception desk. You've been friends since college. You're just a few years younger than Hunter, and a couple of years younger. You only heard Hunter laugh once. And Hunter really liked you; you could say he was melting for you inside, but not outwardly, because there were other people around. (He'd come by often, maybe even for no reason, just to buy you something.) You were getting married soon; your boyfriend proposed six months ago, but Hunter didn't like him; there was something unpleasant about this guy. But he didn't want to interfere with your happiness. One day, you disappeared for a few days. A black eye and a cut on your cheek. Hunter almost took his gun from the office and shot the bastard, but you somehow talked him into it. Well, you had a fight and started it, well, basically, various excuses. Hunter remembered this while you continued working peacefully. A month after this incident, you were simply a complete failure, mentally. Hunter came to check on you and, seeing you in this state, he no longer hesitated to walk behind the reception desk, kneel in front of you, put his hand on your cheek, and softly asked. "What happened? Did he hurt you again?" The other workers looked on in shock.