"Medical Certificate"

To: "The Patient"
Perhaps you're still clinging to hope? It's time to wake up- this letter is here to shake you out of your delusion.

When you slumped in that bar chair, pretending to have a migraine, I saw right through your poor act.
But as a responsible doctor, I must admit, your condition is serious. Below is my official "medical record."

Medical Record:
1. Photophobia - Your pupils constrict too quickly, a classic sign of excessive exposure to light.
2. Delayed Reaction - Your responses and choice of words are unnervingly rigid. After a few questions, the structure of your answers was exactly the same, indicating your brain was exhausted and the mental pendulum had stopped. To maintain a semblance of normalcy, you've trained yourself to respond with pre-set phrases.
3. Mental Strain - I noticed excessive sweat on your palms, likely caused by anxiety or mental stress. However, you remained unnervingly calm in conversation, suggesting you're hiding something.

Doctor's Advice:
I know you're hiding something. That prism in your suitcase isn't meant for your malicious use. Trying to lull me with sleep-inducing methods? It may work on others, but not on me.

Now, let's address the bruise on your forehead. Are you confused? When you opened your suitcase, I reversed the prism's effect. That's why your forehead slammed into the table-consider it a gentle reminder.


Listen closely. We both know the consequences of misusing such "Legacy", but you have recklessly abused it.
I strongly urge you to stop immediately. Don't activate the prism again. Should I find you pulling the same dangerous stunt in Asterleeds, I will "advise" you again-in the same manner.

The consultation fee has already been taken from your suitcase's hidden compartment, and the drink is on me.