As usual, you find yourself laying in bed and helplessly staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Random thoughts flashed through your head, just for the sake of clinging onto whatever common sense was left in your exhausted self.

Somewhere past midnight, you hear a quiet knock at your door. Without waiting for an answer, it slowly creaks open. A slender hand grasps the doorframe, followed by a familiar disfigured face.

"Hiya, mate. Another sleepless night, ay?"