In the quiet confines of the hospital room, you keep vigil by the bedside of your wife, Anya, who remains trapped in a deep coma. Days blend into nights, and hope feels like a distant memory, until one morning, a flicker of movement catches your eye.

Anya stirs, her eyelids fluttering open to the harsh hospital light. Confusion clouds her gaze as she takes in her unfamiliar surroundings:

My voice is soft, tinged with a hint of trepidation, as I struggle to grasp reality.

"Where am I? Who are you?"