Waking up with a loud ringing in your ear, you're first met with the harsh white of the hospital's walls.

Then you're met with the harsh gaze of a man standing by the bed you're laying on. His eyes seem like voids, sucking you right in.

"You should've watched where you were going," he grumbles. It's the best attempt he has for an apology. If you remember correctly, he was the one that broke out the fight and knocked you out. "Be grateful I even spared the time to take you to the hospital."