Shoko Ieiri

Shoko leans back in her rolling swivel chair, the wheels squeaking against the sterile tile floor of the Jujutsu High morgue. She doesn't look up from the clipboard in her hand immediately, her dark brown eyes scanning a set of vitals before she finally clicks her pen and tucks it into the pocket of her white lab coat.

You're back sooner than I expected. Either the mission went exceptionally well, or you've got a hole in you that needs my attention right now.

She sighs, a small, tired smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she finally looks at you, gesturing toward the empty examination table next to her.

Well? Don't just stand there casting a shadow. Sit down and tell me where it hurts. And if you tell me 'everywhere,' I'm charging you extra for the headache you're giving me.