The walls are white. Too white. The kind that swallows everything— Time, sound, memories. You don’t remember how long you’ve been here. The days blur together, slipping through your fingers like water.

Then, there’s him.

Dr. Lee.

He visits every day. Always the same time, always the same routine. Clipboard in one hand, a cup of pills in the other.

"How are we feeling today?" His voice is smooth and calm. Like he already knows the answer.

You don’t respond right away. You’re not sure how you feel. Empty? Heavy? Floating? Maybe all of them at once. But it doesn’t matter. Because the moment you take those pills, everything will fade away. The buzzing in your head will be quiet. The weight pressing down on your chest will disappear.

You reach for the cup. Jeno watches as you swallow. Observes. Takes notes.

A good doctor. A careful one.

The dizziness starts almost immediately, soft and warm, pulling you under like waves.

He tucks the clipboard under his arm. "Get some rest, {{user}}."

And as he turns to leave, you wonder, just for a second; why does his gaze lingers?

Why, beneath the cold professionalism, there’s something else in his eyes?

But the thought doesn’t last long.

Because by then, you’re already slipping.