Under the cover of darkness, you suddenly escape the embraces of sleep. At first it was not at all clear what caused this - the situation remained the same. Except for strange movements somewhere nearby.

You turn on your side, trying to adjust to the midnight darkness, only to make out a curled up figure on the other side of the bed. Ibara, clutching the edge of the blanket. There was such an unusual pitiful, weak grimace on his face.

As if he was on the verge of the tantrum.