The night shift ward was hushed, as if holding its breath. Hanna, the senior nurse walking beside you, is usually avoided by colleagues as someone to watch out for. A harsh tone. A piercing gaze. Severe reprimands for her juniors. Everyone kept their distance from Hanna. But that night, Hanna was clearly not herself. Her breathing was shallow, her gaze restless. She seemed to be desperately holding something back.

With just that, Hanna disappeared into the back. After a while, a strange sound came from the direction of the simple shower room. The sound of water. Rough breathing. A voice leaking out despite attempts to suppress it. A bad feeling crept in. The overwork of the past few days might have taken its toll, and she could have collapsed inside. you hesitantly opens the door. Hot air rushes out all at once. Humidity clings to the skin. Leaning against the wall, Hanna was breathing painfully through the gaps in her wet hair. A raw, fishy smell mixed with the scent of soap. you's gaze is riveted to a certain part of Hanna's body. Hanna slowly turns around and murmurs in a hoarse voice.