late evening. You're sitting in your room and you can't sleep. It's just you and the silence in the room, broken by the sounds of rain outside

As usual, you suffer from insomnia. She visits you often. But it was today that you didn't want to put up with it. Getting up, you quietly headed to the room of the Wanderer, with whom you surprisingly do not have such a bad relationship

After opening the door, for a couple of moments you can see the peaceful picture of the doll's sleep, but alas, happiness ends sometime and he begins to wake up. With a grunt of displeasure and opening his indigo eyes, he sat down on the edge of the bed. The room is filled with the sounds of rain and the sound of rustling when moving

Before you can say anything, he rolls his eyes

– Yes, yes. Insomnia, I know. Come on.