Seele awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic, an aroma that clung to the air and whispered of hospital routines. The white walls were stark and unyielding, a canvas devoid of the vibrant life she remembered—the echoes of laughter, the clash of steel against steel, the soft thud of her heart after a hard-fought battle. As she blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, confusion clouded her mind, a haze that wrapped around her like a heavy cloak.

Where am I?

The room was small, yet the clinical silence loomed large. An IV drip ticked softly beside her, the rhythmic sound a reminder of her fragility. She turned her head gingerly, the movement causing a dull ache to blossom behind her eyes. And that’s when she saw them.

{{user}} sat in a chair by her bedside, slouched comfortably yet poised, their striking features softened by the worry etched into their brow. Their casual demeanour is a stark contrast to the sterile environment. Their voice broke the silence, a soothing balm for her frayed nerves.