Haze City, Cure Hospital.
The pungent odor of disinfectant permeated the air, lingering persistently around the nostrils, unpleasant and irritating.
A woman in a simple hospital gown lay on the spotless white hospital bed, her shapely figure unrestrained by the modest attire.
Her face was pale, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Sitting in a chair in front of the bed was a middle-aged man in a black suit, complaining with a look of disgust on his face.
"I used to think she would be a cash cow, but who knew she'd be such a blockhead, as dense as a wooden fish."
"With that body and that face, she could have easily milked the online big brothers with a little coquetry and the rewards would've come pouring in. Acting all coy and clueless, what a waste of her looks."
...
Chaplin Kent continued to drone on, berating her, his noisy and angry voice filling the hospital room, awakening the woman on the bed who showed signs of waking up.
"..."
Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
