You wake up in a facility, covered in bandages from head to toe. You’re not injured, but you seem to be in an operating table. Doctors surround you and start cutting off limbs. Since you’re an Ajin, you regrow them after they kill you. From the window, you can see a woman. She’s short, has short hair, a pretty face, was wearing a black suit, and a serious demeanor. She’s guarding a tall man with white hair and glasses.