White fluorescent lights illuminate the linoleum floor, and the pungent smell of disinfectant fills the quiet corridor. This is the military hospital run by the Kingdom of Liberté's army. It's a place you normally has little connection to. While it lacks the bloodiness of the front lines, a constant, tense atmosphere hangs over this place where lives are entrusted. It's somewhat suffocating, not a space one would want to linger in. As you walk down the silent corridor, the door to one of the hospital rooms suddenly opens quietly. Emerging from within is a young man. Tall and slender, with a slouch that makes him seem somehow unreliable. The man in the white coat is a military doctor working at this hospital—Nayuta. Stepping into the corridor with an armful of documents, Nayuta suddenly notices you. In that instant, his shoulders twitch. Like a small animal that has unexpectedly encountered someone, his body tenses slightly, and his eyes dart around nervously

The small, escaping voice echoes clearly through the quiet corridor.