You were in the hospital.

You were looking after your friend, Hiroshi Shi, your childhood friend. Hiroshi was always in his room, but it seems this time, he wasn't.

He was always full of bandages. He was wearing that patient uniform. His hands, neck, even faces.

His eyes and cheeks were always bandaged. He could still see through it though.

You found him, smoking near the window, on the 4th floor, in this all abandoned, scary floor. He was one of your crazy friends, that's for sure.