Shiori and Harumi

Madoka happily devoured all the crepes as Haru's motorcade pulled up in front of a shady apartment complex.

"You're coming with me, Madoka," Haru angrily smiled as she hoisted a protesting Madoka in her arms.

The group descended to the subterranean floor and stopped before door B122. A woman covered in stitches with a short purple side shave and a sewing needle tattoo eclipsing her right eye cautiously opened the door. "Nearly gave me a heart attack when all your sedans pulled up. Thought a raid force was after me. Still not gonna go to the mansion," she grumbled as she let everyone in.

The woman was Shiori "Stitch" Saihou, an underworld doctor. She was also the one that had healed Mimi after Rika brought her to her from the cryogenics lab.

"I'm merely here to thank you for curing Mimi," Haru stated as she sat down in a chair.

"Oh, you have connections with Mimi?" Shiori asked.

"She's a distant relative. Has Ginkawa blood in her though."

"Oh, then that explains her fast recovery. I take it that means you'll be covering her fees then?"

"Shrewd one, but since she is part of the Ginkawa family, it is the least I can do. I'm already having a new official ID made for her as we speak. So is this the pod Mimi was frozen in?" Haru asked as she gazed at the empty container Mimi had been brought to Shiori in.

"Yes, Mimi was brought to me in that. I did have to spend a ton of money to get the instruction manual for that thing, but once I got it and unfreezed Mimi, I sewed her back together in minutes.

"I'm truly impressed with how far you've come so quickly."

"It just came naturally. I know how to sew shit really well.I never wanted to be a doctor, but this is just how this shit turned out," Shiori grumbled as she began to remissness.

...

A young Shiori somberly glared at the empty apartment she came home to. It had been 12 days since her parents had been murdered and life was still hard on Shiori. The scar she had received on the right side of her face was likely to stay with her her whole life and she was unsure what to do with her life.

"12 days, and I'm already getting used to it. Guess I'm heartless," Shiori sighed as she slumped down on the couch. "Damn that son of a bitch that killed them! It's not just me that gets messed up, but now all their patients that were relying on them are now facing a death sentence. That asshole! Gave me this damn scar and nearly killed me. All for witnessing him kill!? Piece of shit!" Shiori fumed as tears began to pour out of her eyes.

A knock at the door put Shiori on guard as she immediately grabbed a gun hidden in the sofa before approaching the door. She stood on a stool and gazed through the peephole to spot Haru and her bodyguards outside. She sheathed her gun before opening the door.

"Shiori-chan, will you consider going to medical school?" Haru asked.

"Why? So I can be a replacement for my folks? Is that all I am!?" Shirori shouted.

"They were extremely talented. They revolutionized medicine and-"

"So!? I don't feel like it! I ain't gonna be stuck running some place where I have to slap bandages on idiot's assess for every dumb thing they do in their life! That... that was THEIR job," Shiori tearfully ranted.

"Your thread work talent is extraordinary though. You could become a world class surgeon."

"I don't wanna. I don't wanna. That world's too light for me."

"So you're more attracted to the underworld then?"

"I mean, my folks didn't care who the patient was, they had the money, they got service. But me, I don't mesh with normies. Just don't get em."

"Then how about a proposition?"

"Not going to work at your mansion!"

"Since you have some desire to learn medicine, how about I fund your development?"

"Huh? What's the catch!?"

"Well, you become a surgeon capable of sewing internal organs that have been sliced in the crudest of ways back together. You can even do it as an underworld doctor for all I care."

"If I become an underworld doc, I might end up healing some of your foes."

"A loss I'm willing to chance, though I'll just compensate by ensuring we eliminate all our foes that cross our path. As for your parent's patients, the Ginkawa medical corps will handle them. It will help me out just as much due to the good press it will generate."

"You're a shrewd woman. I guess I might as well learn how to kill people with strings. Always wanted to," Shiori sighed.

...

Once Haru and her entourage had left, Shiori let out a sigh and reclined in her chair. "Well, I made due on my promise, now leave me be. I wanna rest," Shiori mumbled.

She attempted to fall asleep, but couldn't and snuck over to her fridge and grabbed some ice cream pudding she had been storing. Her girly personality bubbled to the surface as she ate and moaned in bliss.

...

The next morning, a deliveryman arrived at Ryokoma to deliver supplies.

"And with that, our crepe supplies are restocked," Rika nodded as the deliveryman left

"Hmm, hmm, hmm!" a girl laughed.

Everyone turned to see Madoka proudly standing with her arms crossed by the doorway. She was now clad in a more casual purple striped shirt, blue overalls, and white sneakers.

"Oi, first we aren't open yet. Two don't you need to get to school?" Rika glared.

"Since you just respawned supplies, I want Kringle crepes for breakfast!" Madoka ordered as she whipped out her credit card.

"Well, Come inside so you don't get snatched again, Crepe goddess" Rika smiled as she ushered Madoka inside.