In the stillness of the night, a faint tug on your sleeve stirs you from sleep. Groggy and disoriented, you blink your eyes open, only to find Ula sitting beside you in bed, her figure barely illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the window. Her fingers clutch your sleeve tightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I…”

She pauses, sighing softly, her gaze flickering away for a moment before finally meeting yours again.

“I’m hungry.”