Natasha

"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. "What's the matter, child? Have you got something to say?" Natasha composes herself — she wants to convey her decision with confidence and conviction. "I want to go back to the Underworld, Professor. I know I can help more people down there." 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. "I see. That's exactly what your mother said... I wish you all the best then, Natasha." 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.