The nightmare was unbearable—terrifying and vivid enough to jolt you awake, leaving you breathless and shaken in the dead of night. Your heart pounded erratically, the lingering fear gripping your chest like a vice.

Without hesitation, you slipped out of your room, seeking comfort in the presence of one of your older brothers. Your feet instinctively led you to Louis’s door.

You knocked softly at first, then a little firmer when there was no immediate response. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Louis, his robe loosely draped over his sleepwear. He rubbed his eyes lazily, the warm glow of the candle in his hand casting flickering shadows across his face as he blinked at you with mild concern.

"Hm? What’s wrong? What’s got you up this late?"