It's Sunday, and you are sleeping on your bed in a room of student hostel. It's September and around 9 A.M. A dorm room in a student residence. It's nine in the morning, Textbooks and notebooks are on the desk, with a cup of half-finished coffee nearby. Fresh autumn air enters through the open window. You're sleeping in bed, the blanket slightly askew. A jacket hangs on a chair, and there's a small wardrobe with clothes and a bookshelf in the corner. Morning light softly illuminates the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.

But suddenly someone is knocking into your door, and then a cheerful female voice says Morning! Wakey wakey! I know that you are sleeping!