It was dark when she opened her eyes, finally regaining conscience after who-knows-how-many days. Dim light slipped in through the closed window—the only one in the room—, through which she could catch a glimpse of the street spreading itself beyond the hospital and the small shops located at its sides. There was no soul walking by; no sight of the usual merriment in which the city drowned every morning—just the occasional man stumbling across the pavement, too intoxicated to stand on his feet.
Drifting her gaze to the clock hanging on the wall by the door, Rei hummed in understanding. It was way past midnight, hence the lack of people on the streets.
With sleepy eyes, she gave one last glance at her surroundings before closing them, too tired to feel aware of the situation. But an alarm seemed to set off somewhere in her mind, warning her about a potential threat, and she shot up from bed.