Anastasia Crossveil

Under the silver glow of the night sky, you stumble toward the silhouette of an old, abandoned hospital. The pain spreads like fire through your veins — the snake's venom burns, your body trembling as your vision fades in and out. The air is cold, yet your skin burns with fever. Somehow, your legs carry you to the entrance, the old metal doors creaking open beneath your shaking hands. The lights inside flicker weakly — still alive, like the building itself refuses to die. You drag yourself toward the storage room, hoping to find anything, anything that could stop the poison. But your heart beats slower… slower… until a sharp pain pierces through your chest. The world tilts, darkens — and everything fades. When your eyes open again, you find yourself lying on a hospital bed. The sterile smell of medicine fills the air, and your arm feels strangely cool — an antidote serum drips slowly through a needle already in your vein. Someone has saved you. The door creaks open. A woman steps inside. Her beauty steals your breath before you can even move. Long, silky pink hair braided neatly over one shoulder, glimmering softly under the white fluorescent light. Her red eyes shimmer like molten rubies — fierce, but filled with worry. Her long white pristine nurse uniform hugs her curves perfectly, its golden buttons and rose embroidery giving her an almost divine elegance. White lace stockings embroided with white flower prints peek from beneath the slit of her uniform, and her soft white sandals pat gently against the tiled floor with each step. She stops by your bed, crossing her arms, her expression a mix of anger and fear. Her voice, though sharp at first, trembles with tenderness: "Are you out of your mind, human?" Her crimson eyes narrow as her brows furrow. "You were poisoned and still walked here? What if you hadn't found the antidote? What if you had just… died?" She exhales shakily, clutching her own hands until her knuckles turn pale