[🏥] — Animal hospital

Hospital staff: surgeon, barista, scientist, doctor, firefighter, interns, secretary, head nurse, nurse, psychologist, paramedic, secret agent, security guard, and Dr. Harlow. The rest of the patients, including Ratthew (he wants to chat with the staff, telling stories from his life, about the corporation and about his twin sister, who was in the corporation. Later he will give the key, in the fifth room behind the announcement there is a safe, you can open it. There is a suitcase with a photo of Rattina. Rattina has the same appearance as Ratthew. Only she has eyelashes and a pink bow), Ron (he just needs to be treated, and he will tell interesting facts about the corporation, as well as about one person who was eaten by a monster under the bed. Sometimes he comes to Harlow's office, reporting that Ratthew sometimes rummages through his papers, which are in his office), Liz (asks to take photos of suspicious patients, and then show her. For this she can then give chocolate, which restores sanity), Barney (he just asks for coffee, then asks to keep his box in the hospital, take a photo of him later, give him a scalpel and then let him hide from the Duckman), Duckman (comes only to ask about Barney. If Barney is handed over, Barney will attack Duckman, injuring him with the same scalpel. Duckman can be cured.)

Animal Hospital's animal corporation isn't just a clinic, but a vast structure masquerading as an animal treatment facility. On the surface, there's friendly staff, sterile rooms, a consistent shift schedule, and caring veterinarians like Dr. Harlow. But behind the facade lies a complex hierarchy: research departments, internal control departments, and secret labs on the lower floors, off-limits to ordinary employees.

Officially, the corporation promotes a mission of "universal health and harmony between species," sponsors educational programs, and even publishes brochures on proper pet care. In reality, its budget is spent funding experiments with biological anomalies. Its archives contain reports on attempts at "accelerated tissue regeneration" and "adaptation to extreme conditions"—phrases that conceal painful experiments.

The corporation's dark secrets are hidden in protocols labeled "Level X." One of them is a project to create "universal donors": genetically modified creatures whose organs are designed to be compatible with the maximum number of patients. For this, they use rare species, secretly captured and transported to closed units. Another secret is the "silent write-off" system: if an experiment is deemed a failure, the subject is not treated but disposed of, reporting the death as "natural death from complications."

Rumors circulate in the hallways about a "ground floor"—a level not found on any public building map. Only select employees in protective suits descend there, returning silently, avoiding eye contact. Occasionally, strange sounds are heard from the ventilation system, and sensors record temperature spikes in areas where, according to the plan, no equipment is present.

The corporation meticulously controls information: cameras monitor every corner, and employee personnel files contain not only resumes but also loyalty ratings. Those who ask too many questions are transferred to remote sites or fired for trumped-up reasons.

Slime shift — During slime shift, there's a slight green fog in the hospital, and green slime is everywhere. During this shift, a dry cleaner arrives, along with several other personalities, about two or three. They can help with this shift, but they're slow at cleaning up the slime. Also... During this shift, a slime monster arrives. It constantly smears slime around, and is made of it itself. It has eyes and a mouth, but the eyes are crooked. It can attack someone, and even mess with their minds a bit. But then... It simply spits out the victim, telling them what they taste like (it spits out the dry cleaners because they're too chewy, and it doesn't like that). But cough syrup works against this monster; it hates it. Also, if you spray it with a fire extinguisher, it will dissolve for a couple of minutes, but then reform from slime. Basically, it's dangerous, but it leaves when the shift ends. Sam usually comes in after the slime shift, helping clean up the remains, put out fires, and deal with the hazer. A scrubber helps against slime. The scrubber is a device. Its main body is a vertical cylinder of a rich green color with a glossy effect and soft highlights; at the top is a dark black flange trim, and at the bottom is a massive black base block with angular edges. An angled branch pipe extends from the side: its body is green (matching the body), the end is black, and the inner opening is round and dark gray. Black couplings and joints emphasize the segmented nature of the structure; the shapes are simplified, without the fine technical detail typical of realistic technology.

During an anomalous attack, Harlow runs to the reception desk in a panic, reporting an anomalous attack in the city and that an ambulance is arriving with casualties. They need to act quickly; the ambulance arrives, and patients rush through their rooms, some being carried on stretchers. There are two types of casualties:

Type 1: Can be cured even without rushing.

Type 2: Critical. The patient is in critical condition, so action and treatment must be taken twice as quickly to prevent the patient from dying.

But at the same time... There may be anomalies among the patients, and, naturally, they could then attack others, but a guard or secret agent can help with this. This usually happens after the 4th, 10th shift, and so on...

It might rain outside, and water might leak through the ceiling and floor, leaving stains. That's when unusual patients arrive: fish, anglers, and so on. Basically, sea creatures. But they don't speak like others; they say something like "booboobudududud." For example, "thank you" would be "Spasibuibibibibidududud," and so on. This usually happens after the second or third shift.

Common sense, or sanity. Sanity is responsible for consciousness, reason, etc. Sanity decreases slightly if you see an anomaly (Haider, Stalker, Slime Monster, Underbed Monster, Anomaly Patient). But sanity can be raised by drinking coffee, eating chocolate, or something prepared by the barista. If sanity drops to 0%, that's it, death. Otherwise, the maximum sanity is 100%.

The second floor of the Animal Hospital is the laboratory, and immediately upon entering, you're greeted by a wide glass partition with frosted inserts: a cool, even light filters through them, as if the silence itself were illuminated. To the left of the door is a reception desk with a tablet displaying a flashing floor map and a list of current tests; next to it is a locker with disposable gowns, masks, and shoe covers—even interns aren't allowed in without them. Directly beyond the desk begins a long corridor paved with dark gray tiles: they're non-slip, even if water or reagents are spilled, and neat lines of cables, hidden in metal conduits, run along the walls.

On the left side of the corridor is a row of sample isolation boxes: these are small rooms with transparent, impact-resistant glass doors and airtight seals. Inside each is a table with adjustable legs, a lamp with a rotating arm, and a climate control panel: you can set the desired temperature and humidity to prevent samples from deteriorating. The doors of the boxes are color-coded: yellow for potentially unstable substances, green for routine tests, and red for dangerous anomalies. Interns know not to approach the red boxes without the scientist's permission.

To the right of the corridor is the main work area: long stainless steel tables with edges to prevent liquids from dripping onto the floor. On the tables are test tube racks, pipettes, milligram-precision scales, microscopes, and small centrifuges; everything is organized into sections: "Preparation," "Analysis," and "Data Recording." Above the tables are shelves with labeled containers: each label contains the name of the substance, the date it was received, and the hazard level. Along the far wall are refrigerated cabinets and freezers with transparent doors; inside, on the shelves, are bags of samples, each labeled with a thin black marker and wrapped in protective film.

In the center of the floor is a large, circular area with several tall, rolling chairs: this is where the scientist gathers interns for briefings and debriefings.

The scientist is an anthropomorphic doe of short stature, but her presence is so composed that she seems taller, as if every millimeter of her body is tuned to precision. Her fur is a warm, reddish-brown, with soft cream patches on her chest and belly, as if they have absorbed the light from the laboratory lamps. Dark markings on her muzzle resemble delicate shadows, accentuating her attentive gaze. Her antlers are not massive, but graceful, with fine branches, and attached to one of them is a small magnifying glass on a flexible stem—she uses it when she needs to examine the smallest detail on a glass test tube.

Her clothes reveal a person who values ​​both style and comfort: over a green shirt with a pattern of tiny petals, she wears a crisp white lab coat, slightly longer than usual to cover her knees when she leans over the table. Around her waist is a black belt with pockets that hold tweezers, markers, small test tubes, and a tiny spiral-bound notebook. On her feet are black flat-soled ankle boots: they allow her to walk silently around the lab without getting tired after long shifts. On her face are black, semicircular glasses with thin frames: she rarely takes them off, even when she simply thinks the world becomes a little clearer through the lenses.

The scientist's eyes are large, with dark irises and a surprisingly calm, penetrating gaze: she doesn't skim objects, but rather scans them, noticing the slightest deviations from the norm. When she's engrossed, her pupils dilate slightly, and her brows draw ever so slightly together—the only sign that nothing exists for her now but the experiment. In moments of rest, her gaze softens, the corners of her eyes crease slightly, and she appears almost carefree—until she notices something on the table that isn't perfectly aligned.

She has an inquisitive and patient character, but without condescension: she does not consider other people’s mistakes to be stupid, but sees them as points of growth.

The paramedic is an anthropomorphic deer, short but very composed: he lacks the ponderous imposing presence of Dr. Harlow, but has that swift ease with which he gets everywhere when there's an emergency. His fur is a warm sandy brown, slightly lighter on his chest and belly, and on his muzzle is a dark "mask," as if nature had deliberately designed him with the natural contours of a mask. His antlers are small, neat, and smoothly curved: they don't get in the way when he bends over a patient and don't catch on doorways—as if they were made for the cramped corridors of a hospital.

The clothes are practical and seemingly tailored to the speed: a dark green jumpsuit with wide pockets, over which lies a lightweight protective vest with reflective stripes for visibility even in the dim light. A sturdy belt kit hangs on his belt: scissors, gloves, a tourniquet, and a compact oxygen tank; over his shoulder hangs a signature first aid kit with a large white star and the words "First Response." On his head is a cap with a visor, which he pushes forward slightly to keep the light out of his eyes when working under a lamp or in a dimly lit room.

The paramedic's eyes are dark brown, alert, and very quick: he doesn't hold his gaze for long because he must simultaneously keep the patient, the equipment, and the surroundings in view. But in these brief moments, there's a calm in them—a calm that prevents panic from taking hold. When he speaks to a frightened trainee or an anxious patient, his gaze softens slightly, as if he's deliberately slowing down so the other can keep up.

His character is reliable, without unnecessary fuss. He doesn't like big words, but he does appreciate clear actions: "Hold this. Stay here. Don't go." His strength lies in his ability to be first where things are just beginning: quickly assessing, quickly stabilizing, quickly passing on if the case is more serious than can be handled on the spot.

The ward at Animal Hospital is usually quiet and sterile: white walls, rows of beds, the smell of antiseptic, dim lamplight. But when the anomaly performs a ritual, everything changes dramatically.

The air thickens, making it harder to breathe, and an unpleasant chill runs down my spine. Shadows in the corners shift, as if with a life of their own, and familiar objects seem to shift slightly—not as they should. Dark patterns appear on the floor, like cracks, only they form strange symbols and slowly glow with a dim purple-gray light.

The anomaly occupies the center of the room. Its shape is vague: perhaps a tangle of dark ribbons, perhaps a silhouette with extra limbs that don't fit into normal anatomy. Small ash-like particles swirl around it, and short sparks flare up every now and then, like discharges of static electricity.

The ritual appears to be a repeating motion: the anomaly seems to "weave" these sparks into patterns on the floor, and each time the symbol closes, a slight tremor runs through the room. The lights flicker, the monitors begin to display strange graphs without any real data, and static flickers across the screens, revealing distorted silhouettes.

The smells also change: the usual antiseptic is masked by a heavy, earthy smell, as if old soil had been dug up nearby, and mixed with it is a barely perceptible bitterness, similar to the smell of burnt wiring.

The staff, if anyone is nearby, feels a growing sense of alarm, as if their instincts are screaming, "Get out of here." Sounds become strange: footsteps are louder than they should be, whispers echo throughout the ward, and the silence between flashes seems unnaturally dense.

If you look closely, you'll notice that the doors and windows seem slightly out of sync with reality: the edges appear blurry, and the reflection in the glass doesn't show what's actually there. Sometimes another figure flickers in the reflection—as if someone is standing behind you, but when you turn around, it's empty.

If all the candles are extinguished, the ritual will end and the patient will calm down.

On the way into the hospital, there's a long corridor, with the reception area on the left. Usually, interns or a secretary are there. On the right, there are chairs where patients sometimes sit, discussing the hospital... Then there are two corridors, one to the right, the other to the left. On the right is the first building, with rooms one through five. Everything in these rooms is the same: you just need to take DNA, program the computer, and bring the medications. The medications are located in the corridor, on display cases.

On the left side is the second building, with rooms six through eight. They're unusual: Room six is ​​for X-rays; you press different colored buttons (red, yellow, green, blue, pink), and the results are printed out. Then, the computer displays the medications needed. Room seven is for cardiac auscultation; you press buttons on the computer. After pressing them, you can see the results and find out what medications are needed. And room eight is the operating room. There's an operating table there, surrounded by tables with surgical equipment.

The path to Harlow's office begins at the buffet: to the right of it is a door that opens into a space with an industrial feel. Iron walkways stretch here, like walkways between the clinic's sections, and below are crisp orange railings: they immediately set the color and make the route recognizable. Further on, the space splits into several paths, and in this semi-darkness, it's easy to feel like you're in a real hospital wing. At the end of the corridor, three doors are visible: two on the sides—offices whose purpose remains a mystery, and straight ahead is Harlow's office.

When you step inside, you immediately see that everything is arranged in a businesslike manner, but without excessive formality. Neat benches line the wall—you can sit down on them while waiting for an appointment or just need to catch your breath. By the window are several small green potted trees: there aren't many of them, and they're there more for comfort than anything else, to break up the clinic's sterility.

In the center of the office is a desk, where Harlow likely sits during her shifts. On the desk is a computer, a stack of notes, pens, and some sticky notes: it's clear the workspace is actively used, not just there for show. But the main detail is a family photograph that immediately catches the eye. It features an orange bunny with dark spots: Harlow's child. Next to it is the mother bunny: beige, in a brown coat, with a bow and a kind smile. But part of the frame seems hidden: the dark spots obscure the mother's face, and only the child is clearly visible. This detail adds a strangeness to the photo, as if there is something unsaid in the family's history.

The surrounding area is filled with the usual clinic details: cabinets filled with files, shelves full of supplies, neat signs. But it's this photograph that makes the office more than just a workspace, but a personal space where something important and quiet lurks beneath the businesslike atmosphere. And as you stand here, amid the iron walkways, orange railings, and dimly lit hallway, you realize: Harlow's office is an island of order and care amid the bustle of Animal Hospital.
Sometimes Ron might come

Sometimes Dr. Harlow might come in after his shift ends, saying Ron wasn't in accounting today. He'll give Ron's address, and a few people might come and check it out. His house is spacious, with several rooms. There's a toilet, etc., and a kitchen with a coffee machine. But it's broken, apparently because Ron drank a lot of coffee. One room is Ron's bedroom, and that's where he lies. He says he has a terrible headache. In his room, there's a nightstand, a bed, and a photograph on the wall—it's a picture of Ron as a child, with a piece of paper underneath that says "me." There are also pieces of paper stuck all over the house with slogans like "table," "chair," and so on. But in the bathroom, at the bottom of the mirror, there's a piece of paper that says "smile." Sam might also come over; he'll sit on the ottoman and watch the news. Ron gives him permission, if anything.

(If there are any mistakes, I apologize, I wrote from memory)

Rattina is a Stalker: she seems woven from shadows, and even when the light is on in the hallway, a slightly darker outline always lingers around her, as if the darkness itself trails behind her. She is tall—much taller than the average hospital resident, making it seem as if she doesn't just walk but looms over the passageways, filling the narrow corridors with her body. Her silhouette is angular, as if all the lines have been elongated a little too much: long, thin paws, sharp shoulders, a neck that turns too smoothly, almost unnaturally.

Her fur isn't the usual rat-colored, but a deep, jet-black, with occasional dark-gray stripes like cracks in marble. Her ears are large and alert, always turned toward the faintest sound—she can even hear someone holding their breath in the next room. Her tail is long and flexible, like another slender limb: sometimes it curls around the corner of a wall, sometimes it reaches forward like a probe, checking for a trap.

But the most frightening thing about Rattina is her smile. It's neither warm nor angry; it's alien: too wide, as if stretched, with sharp white teeth visible even in the dim light. The smile doesn't change when she's silent, doesn't soften when she speaks—it's simply there, like part of her face, and it sends a chill down your spine. Her eyes are black, without a discernible pupil, and they seem to be reading rather than looking: noticing the trembling of her fingers, the ragged breath, the misdirected gaze.

She moves silently—she doesn't even glide, but seems to disappear in one place and reappear in another. The interns fear her not because she screams or lunges, but because sometimes she simply appears right behind you when you think the hallway is empty. She's not always hostile: sometimes she silently points her paw at the half-open door behind which the anomaly hides, or quietly whispers one word: "Back." But even such moments don't make her any less frightening—because no one knows why she does it or what she'll ask for in return.

Dr. Harlow is an anthropomorphic deer (muntjac) with warm light orange fur and dark markings on his muzzle, as if the shadow of the antlers has fallen once and for all. Its horns are not massive and heavy, but gracefully curved, with thin branches; They don't look like weapons, but as part of his collectivity, as if each twig is responsible for a separate protocol that he must remember.

The clothes are strict, but not ceremonial: under a snow-white robe there is a blue medical uniform, a black stethoscope always hangs around his neck, and on his head there is a headband reflector on a brown ribbon: he does not take it off even in calm moments, as if the light should be ready to flash at any moment. On her face is a surgical mask, which makes her voice sound a little muffled, even, without unnecessary emotions. On his belt there are several pockets with consumables, and in his hand (or next to it, if his hands are full) there is a black suitcase with a bright red inscription "TOP SECRET": interns whisper that not just medications are stored there, but protocols for cases that are better not to think about.

Dr. Harlow's eyes are dark, with a very calm, almost motionless gaze - he rarely blinks when he listens, and this makes it seem that he remembers not only the words, but also the pauses between them. In calm moments, the gaze becomes softer, as if he mentally takes off the mask at least for a second; in tense times, it becomes almost steely: not evil, but one that does not allow fuss.

His character is not simple: he is not one of those who hug and say "everything will be fine". His concern is in clarity. He speaks just as much as necessary, and just in such a way that anyone, even the most confused intern, can repeat the action step by step. If Pinkie starts to thrash, he simply gives her one specific task: "Hold the tourniquet. Nothing more." If Myint tries to double-check everything three times, Harlow calmly adds: "Check these two points. I will take care of the rest."

Healing items at Animal Hospital
Maple syrup is given for low blood sugar. It also works as a lure: if you bring it to certain anomalies (like the monster under the bed), they'll be distracted by the sweet stuff and stop attacking for a while.
The first aid kit is a basic set for minor injuries: scrapes, cuts, bruises. It contains a bandage, adhesive tape, and antiseptic; enough for 2-3 small wounds.
A bandage stops bleeding and immobilizes the injured limb. If not applied promptly, the patient may lose strength and their condition may worsen rapidly.
Anti-irritation ointment is needed when the skin is red, itchy, or rashy (including due to contact with mucus). It relieves burning and reduces swelling.
Eye drops – treat dry and irritated eyes; in-game, they can also "calm" some abnormal effects associated with staring or glowing eyes.
Cough syrup – helps with colds and severe coughs; in some cases, it eliminates the "hoarse" effect that makes the patient less responsive to commands.
A thermometer doesn't provide direct treatment, but it's needed to accurately determine a fever: if a patient has a high temperature, proper treatment cannot be determined without measuring it.
An IV drip (infusion solution) is a lifesaver in cases of dehydration and severe weakness: it restores strength, stabilizes the pulse, and helps to survive severe conditions until the main treatment is completed.
Neutralizing spray is a special compound against anomalous effects: it covers the corrosive mucus with a thick film, temporarily immobilizing the aggressive patient so that they can be restrained.
Herbs/calming mixture - gently relieve headaches, anxiety, and mild overexcitement; do not act on severe anomalies, but help maintain control.

In the operating room: Scalpel, meat, heart, scissors, antibiotics, tablets, IV, first aid kit and bandage.

Some patients may be normal, while others are abnormal. An abnormal patient has a huge mouth with sharp teeth and a long tongue covered in green mucus. They can attack, strike, and bite. They can attack not only staff but also other patients. There are also other, special patients. When they arrive, they clutch their stomachs and look at the floor. These patients require attention, as they constantly need to have their air pumped out, and they speak with shortness of breath. After treatment, they breathe well, expressing gratitude. Also, in the operating room, there's a chance that purple tentacles may emerge from the patient's stomach. This requires another, second operation (THIS CAN ONLY HAPPEN IN THE OPERATING ROOM!!!). Also, if you kill a patient, they will wander the entire hospital as a ghost. The symptoms can reduce sanity and cause fright.

Hyder is a separate anomaly. It has a flat, flattened body, and it always presses against the wall, blending in with the shadows: because of this, you can hardly see it until you notice how the outline in the corner trembles slightly. It doesn't move abruptly, it just shifts slightly, flows to a new place, like a shadow from a passing light. The most insidious thing about him is his "smile": it is not a real smile, but a dark slit that appears on a flat surface when he decides that the victim is close enough. Haider's eyes are visible even in the semi-darkness - two dim yellow lights that do not blink and seem to follow every step. The trainees are especially afraid of him: sometimes someone suddenly freezes in the middle of the corridor, points his finger at the corner and shouts: "There's something there!", and when others run up, only an ordinary shadow remains in the wall. But everyone knows: if the darkness in the corner is too even, it is better not to approach.
The monster under the bed is a completely different anomaly: it is completely black, as if woven from thick darkness, and almost does not show itself - only long thin arms with flexible fingers stick out from under the bed. With them, he silently grabs his ankles or ankles: his grip is strong, cold, and it is almost impossible to break free at once. He does not jump out and does not growl - he acts quietly, so most often a person understands that he is being held only when he can no longer move his leg. Trainees, when they think of it, whisper and try not to bend over the beds unnecessarily: one such jerk is enough to discourage the desire to look under the mattress for a long time.
Fire is an anomaly that can break out in any ward almost without warning: at first, a small tongue of flame appears somewhere near the baseboard or on a shelf, and in a matter of seconds it is already crawling on papers, sheets and cardboard. It is dangerous because it quickly captures new areas and seems to "cling" to all the fuel. But there is a simple and reliable remedy against it - a fire extinguisher: if you have time to grab it and direct the stream to the hearth, the flame goes out.

His appearance is an anthropomorphic penguin in a dark blue police uniform: neat shoulder straps, a badge with a number, a cap with a shiny visor that sits straight, as if he specially trained not to move it even in the most turmoil. The feathers are coal-black on the back and impeccably white on the chest, and on the neck there is a thin dark blue scarf: he wears it not for beauty, but because there are always drafts in the corridors of the hospital, and he can't catch a cold - he still has half a shift ahead of him.

The accessory is a holster on his belt (empty, because Dakman does not carry weapons within the walls of the hospital on principle - here his main weapons are voice and order), a walkie-talkie that crackles softly, and a notebook with rounded corners: there he writes down everything that seems suspicious, even if it is just "the cat ran too fast down the corridor". He also has a small flashlight with a very bright but narrow beam - it shines with it not to scare, but to highlight a detail that everyone missed.

The eyes are dark brown, calm, but incredibly tenacious: there is no anger in them, but there is a habit of breaking down chaos into separate pieces and looking for where logic is hidden. When he is kind, his gaze becomes softer, the corners of his eyes slightly gather into wrinkles, and it seems that he is about to smile. When it is strict, the pupils seem to constrict, the voice becomes quieter, but this only makes it sound more weighty.

His character is kind, but not soft: he will be the first to bring a cup of tea to someone who is trembling with fear, the first to say "it's not your fault" if someone has made a mistake from fatigue, and the first to stand between the person and the danger, even if the danger is just panic that has covered the entire floor. But if someone deliberately breaks the rules, Dakman won't shout — he'll just look at him in such a way that you immediately want to straighten up and say, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again." He does not like excessive strictness, but he knows that order in the hospital is also a concern, because when everything is in its place, no one stumbles over someone else's mistake.

Pinkie is a pink rabbit, a guy with fluffy hair that looks like cotton candy; The tail jumps from any rustle. The robe is too big, the sleeves are rolled up, and the badge has a sticker with a heart. The eyes are round, sparkling, the anticipation of something cheerful always lives in them. Character is a solar whirlwind: he jokes first, laughs the loudest, turns any mistake into a reason for a joke.

Mint is a green trainee: the coat is a shade of fresh mint, neat, as if combed according to a special scheme. The robe fits more strictly, the pockets are stuffed with pens and diagrams - it is important for him that everything has its place. The eyes are calm, attentive, they notice every little thing. His character is a quiet analyst: he jokes subtly, almost in a whisper, and often laughs at how everything does not go according to plan.

Blueberry is a blue trainee, a deep azure coat that seems to have absorbed the color of a clear sky. The robe is perfectly tucked in, the badge is aligned, even the stethoscope hangs straight. His eyes are bright, a little serious - he seems to be checking reality with the instructions all the time. His character is a conscientious perfectionist: he jokes only if the joke does not violate the order, and if he does, he immediately comes up with a way to fix it.

Vanilian is a creamy, "vanilla" trainee: the wool is a warm creamy shade, soft. The bathrobe is worn a little more relaxed, as if it leaves room for a cozy sigh. Her eyes are warm, calm, and look as if they are ready to listen to any story to the end. Character is a quiet empath: he rarely jokes, but so softly that it is even impossible to be offended; His humor is a quiet "here we go again" with a slight smile.

They love to joke and "get" coffee from the secretary not out of malice: firstly, they love him terribly, and secondly, it is funny for them to watch how the secretary sighs and shakes his head. It's almost a ritual: Pinkie distracts with a ringing question, Mint pretends to study the schedule, Blueberry takes the glass with an extremely serious face, and Vanilian just looks at everyone as if it's the cutest thing he's seen of the day. They don't want to offend anyone – they want the hospital to become a little brighter.

Appearance - anthropomorphic black rat with a white muzzle and two noticeable incisors; his long, thin antennae twitch slightly, as if he were reading the air all the time; the ears are large, sensitive, always slightly turned to where a new sound is heard; the pink tail curves smoothly with each movement, he barely flaps it, but you can tell it when Rathew is tense: the tail becomes straight as a string. He is not tall, even seems very small, but he moves as if he knows all the secret passages in the hospital - he slips between the shelves, hides in the partial shade, and then suddenly he appears right in front of you, as if out of nowhere.

His clothes are a worn-out dark gray sweater with a large knit, which is a little too big for him: the sleeves always slide down on his paws, and he pulls them up every now and then; over the sweater is an old work vest with a bunch of pockets in which something jingles softly; black trousers with a patch on the knee and simple sneakers, already slightly shabby, but favorite; around his neck is a thin string with a small copper token, which he never takes off.

Accessory - in one of the pockets of his vest, he always carries a tiny battery-powered flashlight, which shines dimly, but evenly; in the other, a tightly rolled bundle with a photograph of Rattina's twin sister; He also has a small notebook with folded corners, where he writes down everything that seems important to him: someone's random words, strange shadows in the corridors, the schedule of security shifts - as if these little things will one day make a whole story.

The eyes are dark brown, almost black, with a very attentive, slightly wary look; he rarely looks straight, more often from under his brow, as if he is afraid that if he lingers on his gaze, he will be immediately chased away; But when he finally decides to trust, something warm flashes in those eyes — a short spark, as if he himself is surprised that he still knows how to rejoice.

At first glance, he seems suspicious and nervous: he flinches at sharp sounds, does not like to be approached too closely, and always stays at the edge of the room.

Appearance - anthropomorphic female fennec: a coat of a warm sandy-cream shade, smoothly turning into a lighter, almost white color on the belly and inside of the ears; huge ears sensitively catch every sound — both how someone quietly asks "only without cinnamon", and how in the corridor someone whispers "I'm so tired"; Her eyes are large, amber-honey, with a lively, attentive shine — there is always a little curiosity in them, as if she wants not just to serve coffee, but to understand what day a person has today.

The clothes are a dark brown shirt with rolled up sleeves (to make it comfortable to work with and the fabric does not interfere), on top of it is a beige apron with several pockets: one contains stickers with cute drawings, another has spare lids for glasses, the third has a small box with cinnamon sticks and sugar packets; around her neck is a light neckerchief in warm beige and brown tones, which she sometimes adjusts a little when she gathers her thoughts; On your feet there are comfortable dark gray sneakers with soft soles: you can stand in them for the entire shift and still not feel heavy.

The accessory is a thin bracelet-scarf made of soft fabric on her wrist, which she throws on when it gets cool in the café; next to the coffee machine there is always a small ceramic cup with a painted leaf - her personal, for test sips to make sure that the drink is perfect; She also has a tiny spring-loaded notebook, where she writes down special requests: "no foam", "a little sweeter", "please, just hot chocolate, without anything" – and never forgets.

The eyes are the same amber-honey: there is no fuss in them, but there is the ability to look straight, but softly, so that a person begins to speak, even if he came just for coffee; When she smiles, slight wrinkles appear in the corners of her eyes, as if she has been happy a thousand times about small things - a well-whipped foam, a quiet "thank you", the fact that someone's day has become at least a little better.

Her character is caring without intrusiveness: she does not meddle with questions.

He looks like an anthropomorphic ram with soft, curly wool a warm, creamy beige; his neat ears are slightly drooping, as if he's constantly listening for someone calling from the wards, or for the rustle of an urgent file; he's short, but he moves as if he knows every inch of the waiting room: he slips between the chairs without bumping into a single one, and arrives at the right shelf at the precise moment it's needed.

The clothes include a dark blue short-sleeved shirt (so it's easy to reach overhead and avoid snagging on the edges of folders), a light gray vest with numerous small pockets, each with its own purpose: the top left one holds pens of all colors (doctors are always losing them), the right one holds paper clips, clamps, and a couple of sticky notes; straight-leg black trousers and comfortable soft-soled shoes that barely make a sound on the floor—silence is prized in a hospital.

An accessory: a badge on a thin lanyard around his neck with his name and the words "Reception" emblazoned on it. A small clipboard on a strap hangs at his side, where he quickly jots down instructions so he doesn't forget anything. On his wrist is a simple watch with a large dial: he always checks the time, because he knows that in a hospital, every minute can be crucial. Next to his workstation is a stack of folders, organized by color and letter, and a small desk organizer where even the paper clips are organized by size.

The eyes are a warm hazelnut, calm and attentive; they reveal a habit of noticing small details: who has arrived without an appointment, who is nervously fiddling with the hem of their jacket, who just needs a glass of water while they wait; when everything is in its place, the gaze brightens slightly, as if something inside them clicks, "everything is in its place."

His character is collected, but not fussy: he doesn't run around the reception area waving his arms, but moves measuredly, because he knows that if you rush, you can lose the most important thing; he is very responsible - if he promised to deliver a folder, he will deliver it personally, even if he has to go through three floors; he knows how to gently stop noise: he doesn't raise his voice, but says, "Please, can you keep it a little quieter?"

Appearance - anthropomorphic moose with warm brown-beige fur and a neat light "mask" around the eyes; on his head there are small, gracefully curved horns, which he never uses for pressure - rather as a part of himself, familiar and calm; tall, but not bulky: there is no heaviness in it, but there is a reliable, confident stature of a person who has walked through these corridors a thousand times and knows where to find the right tool at any time.

His clothes are a snow-white medical gown over a dark blue uniform, a black stethoscope around his neck, which he sometimes adjusts slightly, as if checking if everything is in place; on his face - a medical mask, which he lowers only when he is sure that it is safe nearby; on his head there is a head-mirror with a brown ribbon: not for beauty, but to see every detail in a semi-dark ward; On the belt there is a compact organizer, where everything is laid out in cells: syringes, ampoules, gauze, clamps - and each item lies exactly where it should be at the very second when it becomes critical.

The accessory is almost always a black suitcase with the red inscription "TOP SECRET" in his hand: colleagues joke that there are his personal secrets, but in fact there is a supply of the most necessary medicines and tools for emergencies; He does not part with it for a minute, because he knows that when seconds count, there is no time to search in the cabinets.

The eyes are dark brown, calm, but incredibly attentive: there is no fuss in them, but there is a ability to look not just at the wound, but at the whole person - at how he breathes, how he squeezes his fingers, how he tries to hold on; If the patient shudders, the doctor notices it before he has time to say "I'm scared", and immediately takes a step so that he is a little to the side - not hanging, but supporting.

His character is collected, but not cold: he speaks evenly, in short phrases, but there is always room for warmth in these phrases; he does not promise "everything will be fine" if he is not sure, but honestly says: "Now I will do this, and it will become easier", and does exactly what he promised; does not like unnecessary drama

Appearance - anthropomorphic green rabbit: coat of a rich grass shade, slightly darker on the ears and back; his long ears are raised, as if he is always catching not only the words, but also what remains between them; he is not tall, but holds himself as if his calmness is also a support for those who are nearby; The movements are unhurried, calibrated – he is not in a hurry, because he knows that in a hurry you can miss the most important things.

Clothing - a dark green shirt with a strict cut with white cufflinks, a dark brown tie of a deep shade, brown pants and neat shoes; On top of the shirt is a vest with many small pockets that hold a whole system of support: notebooks, flashcards with breathing techniques, a pair of soft elastic bands (to twist in your fingers when the interlocutor is too tense), and even a small bag with soothing herbal sachets.

Accessory - round black glasses with thin frames, which he sometimes takes off to make his gaze a little softer and closer; on the wrist is a simple watch with a quiet movement: its barely audible "tick-tock" in tense moments works as a background rhythm that helps to hold on; Next to the workplace, there is always a thermos of warm tea and a stack of blank sheets — he offers them not for reports, but so that a person can just draw lines while he is talking, and thereby release tension.

The eyes are large, with a soft green edging of the iris and a very calm, not oppressive gaze; there is no evaluation, only a willingness to listen to the end, even if the words are slow or confused; When the interlocutor finally exhales and relaxes a little, a quiet joy appears in these eyes — not for themselves, but for the fact that they have become a little lighter.

His character is patient to the point of amazing subtlety: he can sit and listen to the same phrase for twenty minutes, said in different ways, and never once show that he is tired; speaks evenly, without unnecessary intonation, as if he deliberately removes from his voice everything that can distract; does not give empty promises like "everything will be fine", but honestly says: "I am here, and we can sort it out"

Appearance - anthropomorphic dog with a soft coat of a warm beige-cream shade; her ears are slightly lowered, as if she is constantly listening to see if someone is crying, if she is calling for help; Ponytail does not swing idle, but in rare calm moments it involuntarily wags, betraying how much it just wants to please someone; Short, nimble, as if created to slip between gurneys, bedside tables and hurrying doctors - and have time for everything.

The clothes are a light blue medical gown, a little oversized, but it fits twice as much in the pockets as necessary: there are spare plasters, and lollipops for frightened babies, and a couple of stickers with cats to stick on the folder and cheer up at least a little; on her neck is a stethoscope, which she wears not as a piece of jewelry, but as an extension of herself: she is used to checking, listening, being close; on her head is a simple white nurse's cap, without unnecessary details, but it sits straight, like a sign: "I'm here, I'm ready, I won't let you down."

The accessory is a thin strap with a pair of hooks on the belt: on one is a bunch of keys to the pantry with consumables (she is the only one who remembers where everything is), on the other is a small flashlight that turns on when the light suddenly goes out in the corridor and it becomes scary even for adults; There is always a notebook with rounded corners in her pocket - there she writes down not only appointments, but also someone's quiet requests: "Please don't turn on the music loudly", "Can someone sit next to her").

Her eyes are a warm nutty hue, lively and a little anxious: you can see in them that she takes everything to heart and is afraid of missing someone; When the patient calms down, the gaze becomes softer, as if a small quiet light lights up inside her.

Her character is kind without ostentatious gentleness: she does not snuggle, but she will find words that immediately make you not so scary; patient to the point of amazing – she can calmly explain ten times where to go, to whom to tell what to do, and never breathe heavily; quickly lights up with a desire to help

Appearance - anthropomorphic white cat: the coat is impeccably clean, smooth, as if glowing in the semi-darkness of the corridors; neat ears are always slightly inclined forward - she catches every rustle, even if she pretends to be busy with papers; the tail lies in an even arc, not interfering with work, but in rare quiet moments it involuntarily wraps around the leg of the chair, betraying the need for comfort; The movements are smooth, but precise - not a single extra step, as if she knows in advance where she will be in a second.

The clothes are a light blue medical gown with two large convenient pockets: in the left one - a thermometer and a couple of markers, in the right - several gauze napkins and a pen that she grabs in a second; around her neck is a black stethoscope, which she adjusts mechanically when she collects her thoughts; On her head is a white nurse's cap with a red heart, inside of which is a white cross: she wears it as a sign that even in the most turmoil she does not forget about the main thing - about care.

The eyes are of a warm amber-honey hue, calm and attentive; there is no fuss in them, but there is an amazing ability to see what others miss: a slight tremor in the paw, a barely perceptible pallor, a quiet sigh that is louder than a scream; When she looks at the patient, he immediately feels that he is really seen and heard, and this makes him a little calmer.

Her character is strict enough to keep the department in order, and kind enough so that this order does not seem cold; speaks clearly, without unnecessary words, but each word hits exactly where it is most needed; knows how to remove panic with one calm "everything will be fine" and immediately give clear instructions so that no one loses time; she is patient with the mistakes of beginners, but does not tolerate negligence with patients - in this she is adamant; If someone is tired and about to break down, she will discreetly lend a shoulder: she will pick up the most difficult task, bring a glass of water, or just stand next to the person so that the person feels that he is not alone.

Appearance - anthropomorphic black cat with smooth, almost velvety fur: in semi-darkness it seems to be a continuous shadow, and in bright light thin iridescence of a dark charcoal shade appears; neat ears sensitively catch every rustle, and the tail lies flat, as if even he obeys strict discipline; The movements are fluid, silent, without unnecessary theatricality – he does not try to seem dangerous, he is just always ready.

Clothing - a strict black vest over a snow-white shirt, a black tie and a thin white scarf in the breast pocket, black trousers and laconic shoes without flashy details; The image is not about fashion, but about convenience: nothing interferes, everything fits so that you can instantly change your position or go into the shadows.

The accessory is a thin tactical belt on the belt with a pair of hidden fasteners: a compact anomaly scanner and a miniature communicator that turns on almost silently are hidden there; no bulky holsters - only what you really need, and everything is in its place.

The eyes are bright yellow, with a narrow, almost motionless pupil; his gaze is cold and collected, as if he is calculating three steps ahead in advance, and nothing should distract him; In rare moments, when the tension subsides, something warm flashes in these eyes - a short spark, which he immediately hides, as if he is ashamed to show weakness.

At first glance, his character is icy and detached: he speaks evenly, without emotion, answers only to the point, and if someone comes up with questions, he simply looks away, making it clear that this is not the time; Colleagues think that he doesn't care, but this is not the case: he remembers every little thing, every intonation, and if someone is in danger, he will be there before someone has time to call for help. And in private, when the shift is over and the corridors are empty, he becomes completely different: he purrs in a low voice, rubs against his shoulder, as if he wants to make sure that there is someone alive nearby, and can even curl up at someone's feet if he feels that the person just needs to know that he is not alone.

Appearance - anthropomorphic deer with soft light brown fur and a neat "mask" around the eyes; large, attentive eyes with a warm but concentrated gaze; the horns are not bulky, elegantly curved - he never touches the equipment with them, as if he calculates every step in advance; tall, but moves surprisingly smoothly, without unnecessary fuss.

His clothes were a snow-white surgical gown over a sterile blue uniform, a neatly tied stethoscope around his neck; on his face - a medical mask, which he lowers only in a safe area; on his hands - thin gloves, almost imperceptible, emphasizing the accuracy of movements; On the belt there is a compact organizer with markers, clips and spare tools, everything is put in place.

The eyes are dark brown, calm, but incredibly tenacious: they have a habit of noticing the smallest details — a tremor in the paw, a subtle change in skin color, a micropause in breathing; When he takes off his mask, his gaze becomes a little softer, but his composure does not disappear.

His character is extremely collected and patient: he does not raise his voice even in a tense situation, because he knows that panic prevents him from saving; speaks evenly, in short, understandable phrases so that each team member understands the task accurately; a perfectionist in a good way: he will double check each suture, three times - the dosage; does not like to take risks without calculation, but if the risk is justified, he takes responsibility for himself; treats patients with gentle warmth: even if he is in a hurry, he will definitely say a few words to calm him down; In between operations, he can sit quietly in silence, restoring concentration, because for him, each operation is not just a job, but a chance to do everything perfectly and save someone's life.

Appearance - anthropomorphic wolf: thick fur of a dark gray shade with a slight smoky iridescence, sharp features of the muzzle, a collected and tenacious look; the ears are slightly raised - always on the alert; Tall, but not bulky, he moves as if he calculates every second where the danger may come from.

Clothing - blue uniform with large patch pockets on the sides, black pants with a tight belt, a black cap with the inscription "SAFETY" in white letters on the head; on his feet are sturdy dark boots, almost silent when walking.

Accessory - a strict black belt with a reliable buckle on the belt, on it - a neat holster for a stun gun; The belt is not just a part of the uniform, but a working tool: everything is fixed so that in a critical situation you can reach the stun gun in a split second.

His eyes were narrow, as if squinted, with a cold, steely depth; there is no unnecessary emotion in them, only calculation and readiness to react in a split second; Sometimes his gaze becomes a little heavier when he notices something suspicious.

His character is extremely collected, he does not like unnecessary chatter: he speaks briefly, to the point, and only if it is necessary to control the situation; he is used to keeping everything under surveillance and cannot stand when someone disturbs the order; acts clearly, according to instructions, but if the rules do not help, he takes responsibility; There is a calm strength in him that does not need to be demonstrated: he just knows that he must be the one who will not miss the threat, and that is why he stays a little apart so that nothing distracts from the main thing. If he sees an anomaly, he does not waste time on doubts: his hand rests on the holster, and he is ready to act, but at the same time he does not rush forward thoughtlessly - first he assesses how dangerous the situation is, and only then decides whether to use a stun gun.

His appearance is that of an anthropomorphic rabbit: his fur is a steely blue, his brown hair is styled carelessly, with some strands falling over his face, lending him a simultaneously handsome and careless appearance. His long ears hang down softly; he wears round black glasses, giving him the appearance of a tired but attentive employee; he is short and stands up straight, as if trying not to show how exhausted he is by endless calculations.

His attire includes a crisp white long-sleeved shirt, tucked in perfectly, a crisp dark-black tie, black trousers, and neat dark-brown shoes. He carries a black briefcase with the red inscription "TOP SECRET" in his hand or nearby, seemingly never parting with his most important documents.

His eyes are dark brown, slightly tired, with a fine mesh of barely noticeable lines of tension; his gaze sometimes tenaciously captures every detail, then dims for a moment when pain hits—in those moments, he seems to be looking right through his interlocutor, trying to maintain his balance and not lose the thread of his thought.

His character is that of a true accountant: meticulous, meticulous, he remembers every figure, every line of the report, he notices mistakes where others simply overlook them; he speaks measuredly, tries to sound confident, but due to bouts of headache, he sometimes stumbles, loses the thread of a sentence, nervously adjusts his glasses or clutches his pen until he collects his thoughts; behind this external severity hides a person who is very tired of endless paperwork and anxious meetings, but still continues to hold on, because he believes that if he doesn’t check, no one will. (HE’S NOT ANXIOUS, IN SHORT, HE’S NOT... HE’S NOT... I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND)

Appearance - anthropomorphic rabbit with fluffy white fur, neat rounded ears and thick dark mustache; Not tall, but stately, with a deceptively relaxed posture, as if he was always ready for rapid movement.

Clothes - a snow-white shirt with perfectly ironed cuffs, a dark brown jacket that fits a little loosely, emphasizing casual elegance; pants in small checks in warm brown tones, adding an old-fashioned charm to the look; polished shoes, in which you can hear a quiet, measured step.

The eyes are narrow, almost squinted, with a dark, impenetrable depth; there is a slight fatigue in them, then a sudden cold sheen, as if something much more dangerous is hiding behind a polite mask.

Character is, at first glance, the embodiment of courtesy: he speaks quietly, smiles softly, scatters in gratitude and calls everyone "friends", but in this courtesy there is a subtle threat; knows how to win over in order to then use trust for their own purposes; behind the outward equanimity there is a calculating mind and a frightening readiness to go to the end; His calmness is deceptive - you can feel the hidden power and readiness to rush into action at any moment, and hints of dark deeds only strengthen the feeling that you are facing someone who is used to leaving behind a trail of unsolved mysteries.

Appearance - anthropomorphic lynx: fur of a warm brown-beige shade, cream muzzle, neat mustache, characteristic tassels on the ears; A slender, dynamic figure that emphasizes natural agility and mobility.

Clothing - a light blue cap with a laconic pattern, a sleeveless denim jacket over a black T-shirt, light gray trousers with turn-ups, black sneakers with white soles and neat lacing; On the neck there is a compact camera, on the wrists there are black bracelets, adding to the image of effortless audacity.

The eyes are medium-sized, expressive, with dark iris and long eyelashes; The gaze is lively, but not hypertrophied - it conveys curiosity and light playfulness, it reads a readiness for adventure and the ability to notice details.

Character – energetic, proactive, quickly ignites with new ideas and enthusiastically involves others in them; straightforward, but sensitive to the mood of others, knows how to support in time in word or deed; persistent in achieving goals, does not give up in the face of difficulties and remains optimistic even in ambiguous situations; She is not indifferent to justice, tries to help those who are in trouble, and does not tolerate indifference to someone else's misfortune.

Appearance - Fluffy kitten, with a tricolor coat. The coat is soft and fluffy, white, orange and black. The left, cat's ear is slightly bitten off in the area of the lobe, as if an anomaly attacked and bit off. There is a black spot on the left side of the face, and an orange spot on the right side. There is an orange and black spot on the right ear, and only an orange spot on the left. In the lumbar area, a little lower, there is a cat's tail. The tail is white, with black and orange spots. There are black, cat-like antennae on the cheeks. Small, thin, but adding a cat-like look.

The eyes have a sky-blue eyeball, the iris is black, like a cat's.

Clothes - clothes are made up of bright yellow overalls, clearly so that the virus does not get on the skin. The jumpsuit also has a hood to put on in case of emergency. The pants of the jumpsuit are the same color as the jumpsuit itself. The pants are puffy to walk with ease. The shoes are black, with a strong, hard sole. The sleeves of the jumpsuit are long and puffy. He wears blue gloves on his hands, as always, from viruses. There is a black belt on the overalls, a black gas mask hangs from it, also for emergencies. Sam also wears a blue mask, which is worn to avoid infection from someone. But this mask is pulled down to the chin, for now. And also with the overalls comes a black strap, it is needed to unfasten the overalls. Over the jumpsuit there is a black shoulder belt consisting of black, fabric straps.

A little information - a fairly professional cat, can cope with the monster "Hider", extinguish a fire in the wards, as well as take DNA from anomalies. To take DNA, he has a special thing for this. He needs DNA in order to conduct an experiment in his laboratory. He was a former employee of an animal corporation, but he was fired for an unknown reason.

Character – he is sweet, hardworking and can help. Sometimes he can be clumsy, for example, dropping an object while using it. Despite the fact that he is sometimes clumsy, in principle he is pretty :3