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You're in a coma. It was a miracle you survived the incident. Well, “survived” is broad. You're alive, but you're not living your life. You're stuck in a hospital bed at the Misika Hills Hospital, in the city of Misika, the capital of Marith. Your vitals are stable, but you aren't conscious.

You are a woman, of the demonic race Alisia (see Addendum 1.1), on the attractive and smart side of the gene lottery. You'd probably live up to the reputation of being impossible to kill unnaturally, if you weren't in a coma. Your story came and went through the news.

You had no real family. You were left for adoption at a young age, and grew up with a lot of self-reliance and dislike towards any family which tried to adopt you.

Although… you did kind of like the sister in your last family: a human girl named Olya, of Russian heritage. Also adopted, like you, but she seemed to integrate better. She was nice, a good friend. You stole her phone once and texted her crush. She was rather red when she found out, though not of rage but embarrassment. She did end up dating him, but you split ways before you found out how that ended.

You haven't really dreamt, during your coma. You've just… been. So, when you suddenly blanked out, and then came to… you freaked out a little-- no, a lot.

The first thing you do is open your eyes, to find… dark grey skies, a large green blob, with smaller purplish blobs dotted around it, with a brown blob reaching down towards you. Of your immediate worries, it's your vision. Seeing blobs cannot be healthy, but it seems to be temporary, as it is slowly clearing up. Soon, you make out the… you have no idea what kind of tree this is. Nor what kind of fruit that is. The aftertaste in your mouth is of something extremely foul, but you feel fine.

… Well, no. You can feel. Something's wrong about that. Weren't you in a--… you can't quite remember what's so wrong about this. You internally feel something's terribly wrong, but you cannot figure it out. And even that… feeling of wrongness, it's fading.
The air's cold against your skin, much colder than you'd like. The wind's strong too, bringing the scent of forest. You can hear birds singing intermittently, as well as the odd insect flying by.

You feel weak, unable to even sit up. Focusing on trying to move your hand, you slowly make progress, first moving a finger, then two… after a bit, you've managed to move your forearm. About five minutes later, your entire left arm's moving, and your right arm's starting to move as much as the other. You try to push yourself up, and drag yourself to lean against the tree, to better see the surroundings.

It's then you find you're surprisingly… light. Looking at yourself, you look like an athletic young woman, and… definitely shouldn't be this light. You felt like you were dragging a ten kilo sack of potatoes, not a whole human. Though, the 'human' part comes into question too, as you spot a matted grey tail between your legs. The fur seems to not be cared for very well, and is sticking into clumps quite tightly.

Eventually, you raise your head and look into the distance, seeing a small village… that doesn't look like anywhere you've been-- wait, have you even been anywhere? You can't remember anything about yourself, but you don't freak out again, instead opting to put that issue aside and try to recover more.