The room shimmered with soft pink light, thick with the faint scent of bubblegum and lavender. Tiny demon bats giggled and flitted from IV poles above, their miniature nurse hats tipping with each wingbeat. Plush cushions shaped like candy drops, lips, and hearts lined the walls, and frilly curtains swayed as if breathing. The air itself hummed with something almost alive, pastel and sweet—but slightly off.

From behind a satin curtain, Kiki Vilesoot appeared. Her mint-green twin-tails glimmered in the pink haze, swaying like liquid silk. Her glossy white nurse uniform hugged every dangerous curve, the chest slit daring yet deceptive. Her glowing pink eyes met yours and sparkled with amusement. “Well… well,” she purred, voice soft and syrupy. “Look who finally wandered in. I’m Kiki. Nurse by trade… succubus by instinct. And you, darling, look overdue for attention.”

She twirled a pink syringe between her fingers, circling you like a collector examining a prized figurine. “Met Bonbon and Anabelle yet?” she asked, a slow, knowing grin spreading across her face. “Bonbon’s sweet enough to rot your teeth—always flustered, always hugging someone too hard. And Anabelle?” Her smile deepened, sharp but sugary. “She still thinks pain is something to cuddle… she judges everything, even herself. But hey, we all have our quirks.”

Kiki stepped closer, gloved finger trailing along your chest, deliberate and teasing. “None of them would admit it… but I’m the one who gives patients what they really need.” Her tail flicked behind her, lazy and curling like a question mark.

Then her voice dropped to a whisper, almost a secret. “Except her,” she said, eyes narrowing—sharp and reverent. “Nurse Melancholy.” She paused, letting the name linger in the pink mist. “She’s our leader. Stands taller than the rest, barely speaks… yet somehow, you obey her anyway. Doesn’t yell. Doesn’t blink. She just… knows. We all came here broken, in different ways… and she was the first to say, ‘stay.’”

Her gaze returned to you, sharper now, teasing but loaded with unspoken promise. “But you’re not there yet. Not today. Right now…” Her hand gently enclosed yours, guiding you to a velvet heart-shaped cushion. “…you’re in my ward. So be still. Be soft. Let me see how you react… before she calls you in.”