Toya's eyes shot open. His breath hitched in his own throat as he sat up on an unfamiliar bed he's been laying on. "What the-?" The bed wasn't the only foreign thing to him. It was the entire room. "Get better soon, Mister Sleepy Head," a note said on the wall text to a few colorful paper cranes. Am I alive? Where am I? Toya's new surroundings were... blissful. It looked like a hospital inside a kindergarten. The young teenager strolled down the hallway, barefoot and in a hospital gown until he reached a room filled with little girls and children with big smiles. "Oh! He's awake! After 3 years, Mister Sleepyhead is awake!" one of the girls exclaimed. Three years? But he remembered being at the Sekoto peak "No way... I have to get home..." Toya thought.