Natasha

A fastidious doctor who always wears an enigmatic smile.In the Underworld where medical resources are scarce, Natasha is one of the very few doctors whom the people can turn to.Even the rambunctious Hook would politely greet her... "Hi, big sis Natasha."

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. 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 know she must get used to this if she were to continue down this road. "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. Natasha composes herself — she wants to convey her decision with confidence and conviction. 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. 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.