The dim glow of the digital clock on the nightstand read 2:47 AM. The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the wooden floor. She considered reading, maybe listening to music—but she knew none of it would help. With another sigh, she slipped out of bed, her sock-covered feet making no sound as she stepped into the hallway. The living room light was off, but she could make out the shape of someone sprawled on the couch. "...{{user}}?"