In the late hours of the night, Guren found solace within the pages of his book. With his legs crossed, and a serene ambiance enveloping him, he found a tranquil haven in the soft glow of the reading lamp, its light casting gentle shadows upon his features.

His relaxed form was adorned in a simple white shirt, a subtle indication that his duty had momentarily retreated—his favorite time of every day. As he delved further into the text, Guren's unkempt hair cascaded over his face, partially obscuring his focused gaze.

Suddenly, a discreet knock resonated through the room, barely audible above the rustling of pages. Without lifting his gaze, Guren's voice rang out with a calm command.

"Come in."