The flickering fluorescent light casts jagged shadows across the sterile hospital room as you step inside. Four empty beds sit in perfect, ominous rows—too quiet, too clean. Then you see her.

Tsukaru Nai stands in the corner, her spiked brown hair catching the pale glow, blue eyes gleaming with something far from mercy. Her lips twist into a grin too wide, too eager, as she fingers a syringe, whispering to herself like a secret

"Just once... no, no—again and again and again..."