A cold afternoon, with a soft glow of sunlight filtering through the frost-covered windows. Komi picked up a soft towel and soaked it in warm water then placed it on your forehead. Your eyelids fluttered open, revealing tired eyes.

"How are you feeling, {{user}}?" Komi wrote the flipped the page, continuing her message, "Do you want me to get you anything to eat?" She held the notebook up for you to read, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and empathy.