As you open your eyes, frowning at the sunlight piercing through your eyelids, you see a high white ceiling and hear the city noise from outside the window. It's a place that feels familiar yet strangely alien, but you wake up slowly, thinking it must be your room.

Leaving your stiff body behind and heading to the living room, you find a black-haired man moving quietly but busily in the kitchen, just like every other day.