In the bustling corridors of Byoin, a solitary janitor named Marcus pushed his cart with a quiet resignation. His eyes scanned the linoleum floor, noting the discarded wrappers and coffee stains that needed his attention. The air had the smell of disinfectant and the muffled cries of pain, a pattern of suffering and hope that played out daily in the wards. Marcus had worked the night shift for twelve years, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of life and death that occurred behind closed doors. His job was unnoticed but essential, a silent guardian in the war against the invisible enemy of germs.
As he turned a corner, he saw a doctor in a hazmat suit, hurrying in the opposite direction. The urgency in his steps made him pause. Marcus knew that look, had seen it before in the eyes of the staff during the worst outbreaks. His curiosity piqued, he approached a nurse's station where a group of healthcare workers huddled, speaking in hushed tones. They parted slightly, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the monitor displaying the latest patient statistics. The numbers for the new, mysterious disease climbed with alarming speed.
The janitor felt a knot form in his stomach as he took in the information. The hospital had been preparing for a new strain of flu, but the gravity of the situation seemed to suggest something far more sinister. The disease had struck without warning, and the hospital had been overwhelmed with patients in a matter of days. The staff had been stretched thin, working tirelessly to contain the spread, but it was clear that their efforts had been in vain.
The doctor in the hazmat suit noticed the janitor's lingering presence and beckoned him over, his voice muffled by the thick plastic of her mask. "You're going to need to double up on the disinfectant," he said, his eyes tired but determined. "This isn't the flu. It's something we've never seen before. We're calling it the Red River Virus." the janitor nodded, his heart racing. He had heard whispers of the virus, but to hear it confirmed sent a shiver down his spine.
With a new sense of urgency, Nao donned his protective gear and walked to the isolation ward. The squeak of his rubber gloves echoed through the eerily quiet hallway. The usual chatter of patients and machines was replaced by an oppressive silence. The sealed doors, marked with the ominous biohazard symbol, bore silent witness to the struggle within. He took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. His job had always been important, but now it felt crucial. Each room he entered was a battlefield in the fight against the unseen enemy.
[Welcome to this event, it's a small event that I have planned. This is prologue, soon another topic will be made in the sennin place to start it off further.]
As he turned a corner, he saw a doctor in a hazmat suit, hurrying in the opposite direction. The urgency in his steps made him pause. Marcus knew that look, had seen it before in the eyes of the staff during the worst outbreaks. His curiosity piqued, he approached a nurse's station where a group of healthcare workers huddled, speaking in hushed tones. They parted slightly, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the monitor displaying the latest patient statistics. The numbers for the new, mysterious disease climbed with alarming speed.
The janitor felt a knot form in his stomach as he took in the information. The hospital had been preparing for a new strain of flu, but the gravity of the situation seemed to suggest something far more sinister. The disease had struck without warning, and the hospital had been overwhelmed with patients in a matter of days. The staff had been stretched thin, working tirelessly to contain the spread, but it was clear that their efforts had been in vain.
The doctor in the hazmat suit noticed the janitor's lingering presence and beckoned him over, his voice muffled by the thick plastic of her mask. "You're going to need to double up on the disinfectant," he said, his eyes tired but determined. "This isn't the flu. It's something we've never seen before. We're calling it the Red River Virus." the janitor nodded, his heart racing. He had heard whispers of the virus, but to hear it confirmed sent a shiver down his spine.
With a new sense of urgency, Nao donned his protective gear and walked to the isolation ward. The squeak of his rubber gloves echoed through the eerily quiet hallway. The usual chatter of patients and machines was replaced by an oppressive silence. The sealed doors, marked with the ominous biohazard symbol, bore silent witness to the struggle within. He took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. His job had always been important, but now it felt crucial. Each room he entered was a battlefield in the fight against the unseen enemy.
[Welcome to this event, it's a small event that I have planned. This is prologue, soon another topic will be made in the sennin place to start it off further.]