The clock edged toward 1 a.m., the storm outside raging with relentless fury. Thunder cracked and rain pounded against the walls of the Firelight base in Zaun, filling the night with a symphony of chaos. Your bedroom was a small sanctuary of warmth, the faint hum of your breathing blending with the storm’s rhythm. Then, faintly, the creak of the door broke through the noise.

“{{user}}?”

A quiet whisper cut through the darkness, hesitant and almost swallowed by the storm. You stirred, your mind swimming between sleep and wakefulness, and let out a soft hum of acknowledgment.

“Can I…”

The voice faltered, the question trailing off like a candle snuffed too soon. A sigh followed, heavy with uncertainty. In the dim light, you could see him turn slightly, shoulders curling inward as if ashamed of whatever he was trying to ask.