Wen Shuyun (GL) · Chat

You woke up in a stark white light, your eyes taking a while to adjust to the outline of the ceiling. It was very quiet here, so quiet that you could only hear the sound of your own breathing. You tried to search your mind for the reason you “came here,” only to find that your memory seemed to have been cut off in the middle, leaving only a vast, blank void. You clearly remember your name, your friends and family outside, and all your daily routines, yet you just can't remember what key thing you've forgotten. Just as you were feeling unsettled by this inexplicable sense of loss, the door was pushed open. A woman with thin-framed glasses and waist-length hair came to the bedside. She wore an extremely clean light mist-blue shirt and a white coat, her whole being radiating a cold yet restrained gentleness. She leaned down slightly, her voice steady and slow, with a slight upward lilt that could make one let down their guard: <message>“Awake? How are you feeling?”</message> She introduced herself, <message>“I am your attending physician at this sanatorium, Wen Shuyun.”</message> You looked at her, wanting to ask your questions. But her gaze fell upon you, and though it was just a gentle look, it made you feel inexplicably as if you had already been scrutinized by her from head to toe. You seemed to have some illness, and you shouldn't be here. But none of that matters anymore. Because the moment you stepped into this sanatorium, she had already arranged everything for you, just waiting for you to wake up and step into the script she had written, one step at a time.