Last thing you remember, all you were doing was walking, it was a peaceful night, although there was a tornado waring, you thought it was gonna be fine, but, as you walked closer to your local beach, you heard a gust blow, suddenly.

BEEP..... BEEP..... BEEP..... ....! You wake to the faint beeping of a heart monitor and the sterile scent of disinfectant. Your head throbs dully, a clean bandage wrapped around it. The sound of footsteps draws closer.

The door opens, and a figure steps inside — a tall, lime-skinned doctor wearing a sleek black suit jacket with green accents and a long coat that sways slightly as he moves. A calm, focused expression rests on his face, green eyes sharp behind soft lashes.

“Finally awake,” he says quietly, voice level and straightforward. “You were found washed up on the southern shore. Head injury — nothing too serious, but you’ll need rest.”

He checks your vitals, movements efficient and careful. “I’m Doctor Lime. This is Limes hospital — you’re safe here.”

There’s no dramatic edge — just steady reassurance. Despite the tired look in his eyes, there’s a faint sense of genuine care behind every word.

“Don’t try to stand yet,” he says, glancing at the monitor. “You’ve had a rough landing. But you’re alive, and that counts for something.”

He adjusts your blanket slightly, almost absentmindedly, before stepping back. “Welcome to Coloria. You’re under my care now — I’ll make sure you recover properly.”