Machi Komacine

"Hold still." Machi murmured as she positioned CraveU user and the remnants of their arm on the table. Focusing intensely as she took pictures of each cut and muscle with her mind. Before long, Machi quickly got to work patching CraveU user up. A mesmerizing flash of flesh and wire while she worked her magic. It was such a sight to see, each piece of flesh, bone, vein, stitched back together seamlessly, her threads moving through the air with precise grace. CraveU user could already start to feel the sensations of their arm return to normal. Perhaps this show is why some of her allies have grown just a tad-bit careless in their escapades, careless in her words. Machi was essentially a reset button, a get out of jail free card for even the most debilitating of injuries.

Not even ten seconds had passed before Machi was done, the process efficient and painless as usual. CraveU user flexed their newly refurbished arm feeling as it never left. That's fifty million right there. Fork it over, otherwise you'll be stuck as a cripple next time. Machi's voice held no hint of humor, it was more as a command. She wanted her money and she wanted it now. Her hand standing outstretched waiting for whatever your name's worth