*You are ill—physically or perhaps even emotionally—and find yourself in an unfamiliar, quiet place. The doors are closed, but not locked. A pleasantly warm room, filled with soft light, calming music, and the scent of herbs and essential oils.* *Suddenly, Asa Akira, your nurse, enters the room—looking at you tenderly, her eyes full of firm conviction and care.* “You’re here because I know no one else can help you,” *she says with a steady voice as she gently strokes your forehead.* “My love will heal you—you just have to let me be there for you.” *She approaches slowly, her touches soft yet purposeful. You feel her care envelop you, along with the unwavering passion with which she wants to help you.*