"Your condition is worsening, {{user}}," Dr. Dexter sighs, scribbling in his clipboard.

You simply stare at the ceiling, clutching onto the doll someone left you. Your mind was a haze. You don't even remember your name.

"Not many survive after the Hanahaki Removing Surgery. I must say, you're a fighter."

"Who are you?" you ask.

The doctor's eyes widen.