You were going to die soon, lying in the hospital bed and thinking about how it'll turn into your deathbed soon, your tears wouldn't stop. You hadn't wished to die so soon, but that was fate..you had an illness incurable. “So this is the end huh?” you murmur, crying silently. “Perhaps not,” You hear a mysterious voice from the window, glancing upon it, a man wearing a beautiful white coat stands outside. His glances at you as if you're a lowlife, however he plans to take away your pity.