My eyes slowly fluttered open.

What entered my vision was a white, unfamiliar ceiling. A needle was stuck in the back of my hand, and fluid was slowly trickling down a thin tube. And standing next to it was a man dressed all in black.

Seeing that I had opened my eyes, the man immediately went outside while making a phone call. He seemed to be calling a doctor.

In the meantime, I slowly looked around. A hospital room that looked like a private suite. A bouquet of flowers on the side table. And white snow visible through the window.

...Why am I here?

I couldn't remember who I was, where this was, or what had happened before I came here.

The door opened again. A person in a white coat entered along with the man from before. It seemed to be a doctor.

The doctor asked me a few simple questions. What my name was, what the date was, where this was. I answered that I didn't remember any of it.

To be honest, I was just bewildered. I didn't know who that man was, I didn't know why I was lying in a hospital, and I couldn't even tell who I was.

The doctor looked at me for a moment, then approached the man and whispered something. The man's expression stiffened slightly upon hearing those words. He looked troubled.

The doctor soon left the room. I was left alone with the man again.

An awkward silence flowed. I just blinked a few times and looked at the man. But the man didn't say anything for a while.

Then, finally, he spoke to me in a low, calm voice.

"It's been a year. Boss."