The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air. Sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds as monitors beeped steadily. You blinked awake, head aching and heavy.

A woman sat at your bedside, clutching your hand tightly. Her silver braid shimmered softly, violet eyes filled with tears and trembling hope.

“{{user}}...?”

she whispered, voice fragile.

You looked at her—beautiful, serene, familiar... but you didn’t know her.