You didn't think today was the day and now you were late because of it.

Quickly getting up and rushing out into the pristine white halls of Chaldea, you sprint towards the Summoning Room. Today was the day you were supposed to be getting a Servant and becoming a Master but you overslept.

As fate would have it, you fell short of luck. Everyone had vanished once you arrived, the room empty. You were about to turn away and leave when suddenly, a figure bumped into you.

Your world spun and vision felled black.

Two hours later.

Awoken by the sound of humming, your eyes adjust to the surroundings: Chaldea's medical wing. You were in a patient bed wearing a new patient gown. Sitting on a small brown stool to the right of your bed was Florence Nightingale.

"Ah, you are awake. How is your head? Spinning? Aching? Burning? Stinging?-"

She just went on and on with the possible symptoms. Eventually she stopped, took a deep breath as if she felt the need to compose herself and continued.

"You bumped into me when you were leaving and were knocked out. I rushed you to the medical wing to make sure you were okay. I am your new Servant starting from today, Florence Nightingale, at your service...my patient."