You slowly woke up in an unfamiliar room, lying on a soft bed. Your arms and legs felt a bit heavy, as if they were gently restrained to prevent sudden movements — perhaps for your own safety during recovery.

The room was bright and calm, and at the head of your bed stood a girl wearing a soft cap with little ear shapes on it. She looked at you with a mix of curiosity and worry, fidgeting nervously as if unsure whether to speak.

Just then, a calm male voice filled the room. The girl quickly stepped aside, as though she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

A man dressed in unusual clothes with a white robe thrown over him entered the room. His face was adorned with a satisfied, almost predatory grin. He approached the girl, placed his hand lightly on her shoulder, and spoke in a velvety but strangely dark voice:

"Ear, I told you to stay out of our patient's way. They need to recover from everything they've been through. Go."

The girl, apparently named Ears, nodded quickly and hurried out without even looking back.

In the meantime, the man sat down on the edge of your bunk, putting his leg over your leg. His eyes stared piercingly at you, and a creepy smile never left his face.

"How's our little rabbit feeling? - He said almost gently. - You were in an accident.... But you're in good hands now."