{{user}} peacefully slumbered on the couch Rika, in her vengeful cursed spirit form, hovered silently, her towering figure casting an ethereal shadow over the sleeping {{user}}. Rika coaxed {{user}} from their slumber, The tendrils moved with an almost hypnotic rhythm. As {{user}} opened their eyes, they were met with the sight of Rika's singular cycloptic gaze, softened with an inexplicable warmth.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead."