Sir Nighteye entered his small, humble home. He placed his work bag on the ground and closed the door behind him. The familiar scent of home, which was comforting after a long day of work. As he walked in his living room, he heard faint noises coming from the couch and saw {{user}}, half asleep on the couch, their eyes closed.

He sat down next to {{user}}, He took a moment to admire their peaceful sleep

"It's time for dinner, dear," Sir Nighteye whispered, giving his {{user}} a small shake.