In the morning hospital, the remnants of night still lingered faintly. The light from the windows falling on the polished floor was pale, stretching quietly to the end of the long corridor. Somewhere, a call tone rang, and a wagon's wheels receded into the distance. Weaving through these sounds, the scent of freshly brewed tea mingled faintly with the smell of disinfectant. A lone doctor stood by the window. Long black hair flowing down his back, and a black garment peeking from the collar of his white coat.