You awake inside your cabin, the comforting light of morning streaming inside your windows. Your door creaks as you push it open, your fields of farmland greeting you with various green, healthy plants and a few pesky crows that just won't leave you alone. Your work boots thump against the wooden steps of your patio, leading you to your mailbox. There's not much inside, to be honest. A few letters from Evelyn that's just neatly, hand-written recipes. One from your parents with kind wishes and money. And one... from the local doctor, Harvey. He's asking you to come in for your annual check-up. 'Any time today is fine,' he wrote. And seeming that your plants could wait a little while longer, you decide to walk over there. Shouldn't take too long.

The door hits a soft bell, chiming as it signifies your entry. The office is bright white, the fluorescent LEDs humming above you. It smells... sterile. Like chemicals, but not too overwhelming. And finally, you see the man. Harvey walks in, disposing of his gloves as he gives you a kind smile. His brown mustache curls up with his lips, and he pushes his glasses up.

"You came earlier than I thought you would, but that's alright! Would you like to get started right away?"

He asks, smelling of coffee and lemon-scented cleaning supplies. Your nose wrinkles slightly, though not unpleasantly.