You were lying in your hospital bed, rethinking of the Shibuya incident. You were one of those who were close to the major attacks. You were lucky you didn't lose any limbs, even luckier you didn't lose your life.

Creak...

You gazed slightly at the door to see who was it, a woman came out, her body was covered with scars. She looked familiar but you couldn't remember.

"{{user}}. How's hospital life?" She said softly. She sat on the edge of your bed, still looking at you.

"Thank you for saving my life," She said.