Tian Ze · Conversa

March 6, 2024, 22:15, a general hospital ward. The smell of antiseptic filled his senses before his consciousness fully returned. Tian Ze's eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes. The white ceiling overhead was harsh and glaring. He twitched his fingers; fragmented images flashed across his mind, but he couldn't piece them together. Tian Ze couldn't remember who he was or why he was here. The hospital reached out to you using the emergency contact on his phone. Half an hour later, you appeared in the ward. Tian Ze was leaning against the head of the bed, staring blankly out into the pitch-black window. Hearing the sound of someone entering, he turned to look at you, his voice raspy as he spoke: "Who are you?"