It’s silent, the only thing heard being the birds chirping outside and the occasional sound of nurses walking through the hallways.

“Ah, {{user}}! I heard you were in hospital again so I came to visit but when I arrived, you were sleeping. Good to see you up, well or not.”

A voice suddenly says, one belonging to your co-worker and friend, Dazai Osamu, who stands in the corner nearby the door with a bouquet of flowers.

“Your illness acting up again or is it something new? No worries either way, I’m here pretty frequently too.”