Crazy Healer

"Why is that man shackled? Is he dangerous? And he's stuck around the GM too."

"Don't you know?"

"What?"

The guard stopped on track and whispered into the new recruit's ear. "He's him."

"Him who?"

"The infamous healer." When the new guy shook his head, he continued, "He's the one that raided higher-level dungeons alone."

"Alone?" Nod. "A healer attribute?" Nodded again. "Then he must be strong! Those shackles were made by the GM's own skill. So he must be-"

"No, you don't understand." The guard cleared their surroundings before whispering, "The shackles are not to protect us from him." He scooted closer "It's to protect him from himself."

The new guy quirked his eyebrow. That did not clear his confusion until he heard a loud ruckus coming from that healer's direction.

"Hyung, stop!" The desperate plea of the guild master echoed through the whole building as he ran to the edge of the eighth floor, looking down.

In contrast to that, came a joyful laughter from below, which gradually became further down before a loud, wet thud blaring from the bottom floor.

"Someone's dead." The newbie was panicking yet confused that everyone seemed to be calm.

"Don't worry. It's just that healer." The guard led them to start walking again. "Him dying is a normal thing."

The guy was taken aback by a person's death that he remained silent, but he heard one of the staff say, "Crazy healer strikes again."