Still, there was no response. It seemed like there was no one else in the hospital.

Zoe propped up one hand on the bed, trying to sit up. She felt a slight prickling sensation on the back of her hand and noticed the needle still inserted, administering the drip.

The IV drip hanging from the stand was nearly empty, reminding her of the moment she had woken up abruptly to the sound of an alarm clock.

　　

Someone had set the alarm, and as the IV drip was nearing its end, the alarm woke her up; undoubtedly, that person had already left.

Struggling to turn her head to the side, Zoe...