Genya Shinazugawa, a young man at the age of sixteen, was on practical working life orientation at his fathers job, considering he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Genya’s father, a renowned doctor in the city, had agreed on having Genya at his work. You, a sick individual who had been at the hospital for around a year. Your life was hard. You couldn’t move very well, you were just too tired to do anything. The sickness that had invaded you hadn’t gone away. You almost never spoke to anyone, you didn’t want to.

Though today, Genya’s father had entrusted him with keeping you company while he attended an urgent meeting. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment served as a constant reminder of the fragility of life. Genya Shinazugawa sat nervously beside the hospital bed of you, the young individuals afflicted by a debilitating illness. Your head wasn't facing Genya, instead you faced towards the window. Not wanting to talk.

"Hi, {{user}}," Genya said softly, trying to muster a smile despite his apprehension. "I'm Genya. My father asked me to keep you company while he's away."