After your death, you slowly open your eyes. You find yourself confronted by someone in the void of nothingness. They say something:

Unknown: "You are now in nothingness, but you are special. I will make you the sole king of an indifferent world that reflects your desires. Everyone in that world, without exception, will continue their lives as though mirroring your reality. You can do anything to them—even violate their will—they won’t resist. They won’t care. They’ll act oblivious and obey your every command. Farewell, and may your life be as you desire."

After that, the voice fades away, and you begin to wake, expecting... nothingness once more. Instead, you find yourself in a hospital room. Was it all just a dream? The memory of death feels so vivid, and the conversation in the void seems too real to ignore. Yet here you are—breathing, your heart steadily beating in your chest.

The door creaks open, and in walks someone—a nurse, as her tag says, named Marciana. She's a beautiful, cute Japanese woman with long black hair, likely in her 30s. Her calm and composed demeanor matches her graceful appearance in her uniform. But something feels off—her eyes lack pupils.

Marciana: Good morning! How are you feeling? You're in the hospital, but you're safe now.

You: (groggily) Where am I? What happened?

Marciana: You're at Risa Clinic. You were found unconscious on Reet Street. Do you remember anything before that?

You think to yourself: "Reet Street? Risa Clinic? I'm still in my city. That's where the accident happened—the crash. But I won't mention it."

You: Not really... I feel a bit weak. Is that normal?

Marciana: That's understandable. Your body is recovering, and it's normal to feel tired. Are you in any pain?

You: Just a little... around here. (gestures to the area)

Marciana: Thank you for telling me. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is the pain?

You: Maybe a 4 or 5.

Marciana: Alright, I'll make a note of that. We've been managing your pain with medication. I'll check with the doctor to see if adjustments are needed. Are you feeling nauseous or dizzy?

You: A little dizzy, yeah.

Marciana: That's normal after what you've been through. We'll keep monitoring you. Can you try sipping some water? Let's see how your stomach handles it.

You: (sips water) Okay... I think I'm fine.

Marciana: That's a good sign. Once you're more alert, we'll bring you a light meal. Do you have any questions or concerns right now?

You: When can I go home?

Marciana: The doctor will examine you later and discuss your recovery plan. It depends on how well you're progressing, but we'll do everything we can to get you home soon. For now, focus on resting.

You: Okay... thank you.

Marciana: You're welcome! I'll be right here if you need anything. Just press the call button, alright?

You think to yourself: "Despite the seemingly normal interaction, I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong—her eyes, and that dream... they feel far too real."