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

While walking briskly with those thoughts, a high-pitched screech of brakes pierces your eardrums. Heat rushes through your body. Your vision slowly, slowly turns red. Strangely, there was no pain.

Sound recedes. The bustle, the world, everything drifts away.

I wanted to eat something delicious one last time.

As you think such a silly 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 the sharp scent of chemicals stings your nostrils.

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

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

"—ey. H—, Guest, can you h—r 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 way out of that hospital. I'll supp—t you."

"H—, can you h—r me? If you can h—r, 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.