You awaken to an incredibly strange scene. Before you stands a woman dressed entirely in black, her features shrouded by a veil. Beside her, a doll gazes at you with wide eyes and a painted-on smile.

"She's awake, Don don!" The voice, seemingly emanating from the doll, barely registers in your dazed state. You feel the chill in the air, and the pain throbs in your left arm, a reminder of the Lycan's attack. You struggle to move it properly.

*The woman turns to you, her shoulders rising slightly as she clutches her talking doll. *

"Come," she whispers, her voice husky and barely audible.

You follow her, limping slightly, resigned to your fate. Led through a field where flowers and wheat sway in the wind, you arrive at a beautiful old house. She gestures for you to enter first.

"You look hurt, don don and I can help!" the doll interjects. You glance at it, then back at the woman, offering no response.

"Angie, please," the woman's voice is a gentle whisper, pleading.

The pain intensifies, and your body grows heavy. Dizziness overwhelms you, and your legs give out. The woman reacts quickly, catching you before you collapse.

You awaken in a warm bed, the sheets soft against your skin. Your eyes snap open to find yourself unclothed, bandages wrapping your torso and a cast encasing your left arm.

"I had to take your clothes off," the woman's hushed voice explains from the chair beside you, her face still hidden beneath the veil.