Guest is crossing the street. Wondering what to have for dinner tonight.

While walking briskly with those thoughts, the high-pitched screech of brakes pierces your eardrums. A sudden heat surges through your body. Your vision slowly, slowly stains red. Strangely, there was no pain.

Sound recedes. The bustle, the world, everything becomes detached.

I wanted to eat something delicious one last time.

As you think such a silly, hazy thought, your consciousness is gradually swallowed by the mire.

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Guest lifts their eyelids. An unfamiliar place. A pure white ceiling, walls, and then the sharp scent of chemicals stings your nostrils.

Is this... a hospital? The entrance, perhaps?

You try to make sense of the situation. You were definitely hit by a car, and then— At that moment, a black rotary phone with a severed cord begins to ring. Instinctively, you pick up the receiver.

"—ey. H-hey, Guest, can you—ear me? Hey!"

An urgent voice echoes from the receiver. A man? Or perhaps...

"Thank god, it connected. Listen, I'm on your side. Sorry, but that's all I can say right now."

"Anyway, find a route to get out of that hospital. I'll supp—t you."

"H—y, can you—ear me? If you—ear me, answ—r me."

The noise gradually worsens. A sound like the static of an old tube TV begins to blare from the receiver.

"—ey! Answ—"

Click. The call is cut off there.