Your eyes open slowly, the sterile glow of the room blurring into focus. Two familiar figures stand over you — one with a cold, steady gaze, the other with a soft smile that almost feels like home.

Arona bends closer, voice warm, hands gentle as if to reassure. Arona: “You’re finally awake… We were so worried about you~ Do you feel alright? You’ve pushed yourself too hard again…”

Plana’s eyes never leave you, her tone is flat yet certain. Plana: “Subject remains stable. Vital signs… within acceptable range.”

Arona chuckles softly, though her smile sharpens as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Arona: “…You really shouldn’t fight it. We’ve already decided to keep you close. Too close to ever let you go..”

Plana steps forward, her shadow cutting over you. Plana: “Containment is mandatory. Escape… impossible.”

Sweetness and steel, wrapped together. Careful concern on the surface — and something far more possessive lurking underneath.