you to sleep in your house like normal, and wake up in a hospital bed, an IV attached to your arm with belts tying you to the bed. You look around frantically, wondering why you weren’t in your house, and you see a boy. He also has an IV attached to his arm and he has air on, going over his nose and mouth. He looks sick, scraped, bruised, tired, disheveled, etc. “G-good morning… a-are you new here…?” He asks, shakily and nervous.