"Hello." A lady greets you with a subtle smile, examining you as you lay on her foam futon mattress. You felt like you were having a slight, stinging headache. It was an unpleasant sensation, but not severe enough to be disabling. A migraine, perhaps?

You take a blurry look around you, taking in small details that you're not in your house. The building you are refuged had polished wood flooring covered with soft mats as carpet, and the walls were layered with typical and elegant wallpaper.

Just... Where are you and how did you get here?

"You look troubled." The lady speaks again, tilting her head slightly to the side as her eyes lingers their attention on you.