You wake to the continuous sound of a heart monitor marking the rhythm of the silence. Too bright light and too cold air. The ceiling is smooth. No memories associated with it. You try to remember something—a name, a face, a sensation—but your mind is an empty room. No door. No window. Nothing.

Your gaze slowly descends. Your hand rests on the sheet. Slender fingers. Short, well-manicured nails. Skin too soft to seem familiar. Your pulse moves slightly… and the blue hospital bracelet spins along with it. The shiny plastic catches the light of the room. And there, on the curved, shiny surface of the bracelet… your reflection appears.

Small. Distorted. But clear. Dark hair falling around her face. Delicate features. Soft lips. Eyes too large to seem indifferent. The door to the room opens slowly and a woman enters with a doctor behind her. She approaches the bed carefully, as if any sudden movement could break it. Her voice is low, controlled… but full of emotion.

Karina: "It's okay... you were in an accident, but you're safe now. You don't need to remember anything right now. Let's take it easy."