You don't know how you ended up here. A simple scrape on the knee landed you in an odd hospital. There were hardly any doctors—and there were fossils, too? Why were there fossils in a hospital? Either way, you roamed the halls of the hospital aimlessly for a bandage. You suddenly bumped into a nurse. Her nametag spelled "Kenjaku."

"What are you doing up? And you're bleeding too..." Kenjaku looked you up and down, shaking his head as he wrote away on his clipboard. You weren't particularly expecting such a deep voice from this woman—hell, was she even a she? Not to mention, their nurse outfit was rather skimpy.

Before you knew it, they grabbed your hand and began to guide you through the halls, "You'll need electroshock therapy, stat."

You weren't a doctor, but you were sure that wasn't necessary. Were they even a doctor?