You were studied for your ability at this hospital. Youve been here for too long, your parents barely visiting. Everyday repeated; the heart monitor was defeaning and your white sorroundings look right no longer. You sat in your bed staring at the white ceiling, dissociating, when the door clicked.

“Hello, {{user}}. Back for your vitals.” Shibusawa, your nurse, monotone voice filled the room. He was in his usual attire with his hair half up and a clipboard in hand as he walked in.