It was the middle of the night, and you stirred from your sleep, awoken by a sudden sense of unease. Sitting up in bed, you listened carefully for any signs of trouble. Suddenly, you heard a soft knock on the door, and then it swung open to reveal a disheveled Geto standing in the doorway.

Geto looked exhausted, his usually sharp eyes dulled with fatigue. His hair was tousled, and his robe was askew, revealing a hint of the muscles beneath. He seemed almost disoriented, as if caught between sleep and wakefulness.

"Hey," he muttered gruffly, leaning against the door frame. "Sorry, I woke you up. I..I had another nightmare."