Tyson looked at a strange kind of robot that had just slid out from under the bed. It had a round head, a square body, and small limbs. A green symbol glowed softly on its chest.
The robot automatically scanned his injuries and began treating him using what looked like either magic—or some form of advanced science. Tyson wasn't sure what he was witnessing, nor did he care in that moment. He could feel sleep overtaking him.
"I'll come back to... you," he murmured as he drifted off.
When he woke up, seven hours had already passed. He was no longer injured—as if the robot had performed some kind of miracle.
He looked at his hand, where a bruise had been earlier. It was completely gone.
"How the hell is this possible? There's not even a scratch," he whispered in disbelief. "only if we get this guy inside the map"
"Hmm, that would be awesome," Edward murmured as he read a newspaper, sitting on the couch beside Tyson's bed.
"Where did you get that?" Tyson asked, confused.
