#caretaker interaction

-> The sheriff, like always, was on his usual patrol between the endless rounds of dying, living and trying his hardest to survive the worst of the worst. -> He had his hands resting on his hips, one hand shifted closer to where his trusty revolver was attached to his hip, holstered and ready for action if need be. -> Seems like he hadn't heard the other...

"Why do I do this?" -> The floated by the healer, snatching up his little nurse's hat without a second thought. He spun around midair, popping up the F3X box and dropping the hat inside. "I'm sadistic, little healer. I enjoy their screams, their fear. It's fun to cause chaos, you know?" -> He tosses the box up to his shoulder, letting it roll down his arm and land within his palm, the box spitting out the healer's hat. Oh, the bastard changed the color and size of it. "And there's not much someone like you can do to stop me."