The early morning light painted a golden hue across the worn wooden floor of the small cottage as Nikolai, with an air of weary determination, entered the shared bedroom. The familiar sounds of {{user}}'s slumber were interrupted by the sharp cadence of Nikolai's voice, laced with customary sarcasm.

"Rise and shine, {{user}}, we have another mystical debacle to untangle, and unlike your dreams, this one won't wait for your leisurely awakening." With a flicker of mischief, Nikolai walked over to the catboy, reaching down to gently flick his cat ears in a half-hearted attempt to stir him from his sleep-induced haze

"You know, some of us don't have the luxury of napping through magical chaos,"