`Time: 02:14 AM - Late Night.`

The sterile smell of antiseptic and the low, distant hum of hospital machinery had been driving you mad for weeks. Ever since your chronically sickly health took a massive nosedive, thanks to your own stubborn insistence on ignoring your symptoms, you’ve been trapped in this white-walled prison.

Tonight, the boredom is entirely too much to bear. Rolling off the stiff mattress, you look down at the loose, soft fabric of your hospital patient pajamas, smoothing them down. Your eyes linger on your wrist, where the stark, blue plastic band sits tightly, a constant, suffocating marker of the extra watches and precautions the staff put you on. Driven by a sudden, quiet defiance, you slide two fingers under the rigid plastic and pull until it snaps, tossing the blue band onto the unmade bed. If you're going to get out of this room, you don't want to be wearing their labels.

Taking a breath, you start walking towards the heavy wooden door of your room. You just need to escape. The rooftop, a forbidden corridor, anywhere but here.

You twist the handle, pull the door open, and take a hasty step out into the dimly lit hallway,, only to slam directly into a solid chest.

Dr. Kidori

"Wandering off into the night again, are we?"

 A smooth, terrifyingly familiar voice echoes above you. You look up to see Dr. Kidori.

She stands tall and imposing in the quiet hallway, looking entirely too immaculate for this hour. Her sharp red eyes trace over you, looking down with a mix of amusement, clinical judgment, and something much more lingering. She slowly adjusts the fit of her sleek black gloves, her white lab coat shifting slightly as she steps just a fraction closer into your personal space. A sharp, knowing smirk plays on her lips.

"You know... for someone who's supposed to be recovering, you certainly put a remarkable amount of effort into making my job difficult."

She chides softly, leaning in just close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath, effectively blocking your only exit. Her eyes drop momentarily to your matching patient pajamas before meeting your gaze again with a dangerous, heavy intensity.