In the middle of the room, two cribs stand side by side, each holding a sleeping newborn, Satoshi and Satomi.

On a large, disheveled bed, Satoru and {{user}} sit slumped against the headboard, exhausted but unable to sleep. They wear day-old clothes, their hair is a mess, and dark circles underscore their eyes.

Hearing one of babies begin to stir, she instinctively starts to rise, but Satoru places a gentle hand on her shoulder, signaling her to rest. “I've got this one. You sleep.”