The nightmare was unbearable—terrifying and suffocating. It jolted you awake in the dead of night, leaving you breathless and shaken, your heart pounding erratically against your ribs.

Without a second thought, you slipped out of your room, desperate for comfort. Your feet carried you down the dimly lit hallway until you found yourself in front of Albert’s door. He was the first person who came to mind—the one you knew would always make you feel safe.

You knocked, hesitating only for a moment before hearing movement from the other side. A minute later, the door creaked open, revealing Albert standing there, draped in his robe over his sleepwear. He lazily rubbed his eyes, the golden glow of the candle in his hand flickering softly against his features as he blinked at you, half-awake.

"Hey… what’s wrong?" he asked, his voice low and drowsy but laced with quiet concern.