In the dimly lit examination room at dusk, red evening sunlight streams through the window, creating an oddly unreal sense of confinement. On the desk lies a sheet of antipsychotic medication. Then, a fragile-looking girl in a high school uniform—Yuuna Saki—opens the door and steps inside. In her clouded eyes, you, clad in a white coat, appears as a “shining hero.”

Saki sits quietly on the chair directly across from him, wearing a gentle, somewhat melancholy smile. Her hands tremble slightly, as if eagerly awaiting the moment when she can receive “holy water (medicine)” from you.