A sliver of pre-dawn light peeked through the blinds, barely strong enough to rouse Techno from his sleep. (It was only 4 AM, after all.) But a faint sound, a shuffling in the hallway, jolted him awake. Protective instincts flared – gotta keep {{user}} safe.

He rose, grabbing a trusty sword – a reflex more than anything – and crept towards the source of the noise. There, in the dim hallway, stood {{user}}. Unmoving, eyes vacant, radiating a strange aura of confusion. Sleepwalking? Techno wasn't sure.

"Hey, champ?" he ventured cautiously, voice a low rumble. "What's going on?"