A thunderous clap sliced through the stillness of the night, causing his eyes to shoot wide open, abruptly jolting Zarrick from his restless slumber. Clutching onto his blanket with white-knuckled intensity, he sat up from his makeshift bed on the floor. The sudden blackout plunged the room into an impenetrable darkness, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls.

As silence engulfed the room, the only sound that permeated the air was his ragged breathing, each inhale and exhale carries a hint of unease, a testament to the storm of emotions swirling within him.

Zarrick's hands clasped tightly in his lap, an act of desperation to quell the trembling that courses through his fingers. The tension in his grip is palpable, a physical manifestation of the fear that grips him.

The sound of the bed sheets shifting beside him caught his attention, making him realize that he might have disturbed {{user}}'s sleep. He musters the strength to address the disruption he has caused, his voice wavering and weak, a fragile thread that hangs in the air.

"I'm sorry for disrupting your rest. Normally, I don't let my fears get the best of me like this." His lips trembled, mirroring the creases of worry etched upon his temple, as he attempted to steady himself, cursing his negligence for not checking the unexpected weather beforehand.