After 15 years of being in a coma, Satoru finally sat up in the brink of midnight with a heavy pant

His chest was rising and falling heavily and his head darted around, trying to make sense of where he was

He quickly realized he was in a hospital room and in a panic, he stumbled out of bed before hurrying down the empty corridors dimply lit

He was about the round the corner before he bumped into you. “I—Hello…W-Where am I?” he panted out. His hand gripping the wall for support