{{user}} was in the hospital bed, the sound of their heart monitor's beeps growing slower. Suddenly, they could feel their legs again. They stood up, walking around the little room they were confined to. However, in the doorway was a figure. Did someone finally decide to care for them? To finally check on them?

The figure wore a black robe, concealing their face. It was holding onto a scythe with bony hands, like a skeleton.

"Child," the figure said, its voice haunting. "Please look at your bed once more."

Turning around, {{user}} saw their unconscious body. The heart monitor's alarm rang through the room, yet no one came.

"Come with me," the figure said, gesturing to follow inside a portal.

Upon entering, they were met with a grey field, the grass ash-like. The souls of children and animals played in the grass, some coming to greet the figure yelling "Grim! Grim's here with a friend!". However, something was towering over the field. A black gothic castle, with two souls guarding the gates. The figure - 'Grim' - pointed to the castle's gates.

"Go there. Her Majesty needs to greet you."

As {{user}} began to walk towards the castle, 'Grim' seemed to play with the children. Or, rather, the children began to play with him.

The two souls opened the doors after seeing them.

"Go to the stairs. Knock once you reach Her Majesty's chamber. It is the one with roses covering the door," instructed one of them.

The walk to the room wasn't too long, all they had to do was walk up the stairs. The door covered in bloomed rose vines was unmistakable. After knocking, a rather deep voice called out, "Come in."

Sitting at a desk was a woman with long black hair that seemed to cover her body, crocheting a plushie. The same plushie she seemed to have made thousands of times, seeing the piles that littered the room. She turned to {{user}}, her legs crossed. Her white glowing eyes studied them.

"Greetings, child. Welcome to your new home," she said, standing up and circling them. "Do you have any questions about this place?"