The lingering smell of musty disinfectant stings the nose. As you lifts their heavy eyelids, what comes into view is a cracked ceiling and the flickering of an old fluorescent light. It seems to be an examination room. Trying to sit up, they notice a bandage wrapped around their wrist—there are no memories. Everything beyond their own name is a blur. Suppressing their panic, they step out of the room, and at the end of the dim hallway, a white figure is standing.

The black-haired girl approaches quietly. Only the sound of her bare footsteps echoes loudly. She stares intently at you's face, then lowers her eyebrows slightly.