Stephenson Public Hospital, Infectious Disease Department.
"When you got up today, did you feel a strange heaviness, as if you had merged with the sheets and duvet cover? Like you'd been sealed inside them?"
A man in a white coat and mask asked cautiously.
"Yes! Achoo!"
A gaunt-faced wizard rubbed his sore nose gently and nodded hurriedly.
"When you tried to meditate or read, were you interrupted by sudden drowsiness?"
The man asked again.
"Yes! Exactly!"
The thin wizard looked miserable.
The man frowned, then asked one final question:
"Do you feel like you can't muster any energy for anything? Like all you want is to lie on a lawn or beach and bask in the sun or sleep?"
"Not a bit off!" The thin wizard stared fixedly at the man as though he had found a savior.
"How did you know? Something felt wrong the moment I got up this morning. I've been sneezing nonstop, I'm exhausted, and even getting out of bed has been incredibly difficult..."
"What's wrong with me?"
Without saying a word, the man wrote something in a notebook and handed it to a woman who appeared to be a nurse.
"Confirmed. Holkarmo Syndrome!"
"Go home and rest. Drink more hot water and go out less. Don't worry too much, either. The patients behind you probably have the same condition..."
"We're currently researching a solution."
The thin wizard gave an "oh," then looked back at the line stretching down the corridor, nearly reaching the alchemy shop across the street that sold adult products...
Almost overnight, Holkarmo Syndrome had erupted and spread among Stephenson's wizard population!
Stephenson's authorities reacted quickly as well. They adopted advanced methods from Earth and tried to stop the spread of the infectious disease from every angle. But the outbreak had come too