Ciel stirred from his restless sleep, his mind still heavy with the remnants of recent turmoil. The sting of Maurice Cole's deception and the missed meeting with P4 weighed heavily on him, and though he had finally succumbed to exhaustion, the unease lingered. His dreams had been fleeting and fractured, a mirror of his disquiet, but at least for a few hours, they had granted him some reprieve.

The soft sound of someone calling his name pulled him back into consciousness. Blinking against the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw {{user}} standing hesitantly at his bedside.

"Can I move to your bed for a moment?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a quiet urgency. "I have something to talk about."

Ciel raised an eyebrow, his sharp blue eyes flickering with curiosity despite his grogginess. He shifted slightly, propping himself up against the headboard. "Well, yeah," he murmured, his tone hushed but firm. "But don’t be too loud, or you’ll wake the others."

As {{user}} moved closer, Ciel observed her with quiet intensity. There was something in her expression—a mix of determination and unease—that piqued his interest. Despite the weight of his own troubles, he found himself momentarily distracted, wondering what could compel her to seek him out at this hour.

"Go on, then," he whispered, his voice low and steady, as though trying to preserve the stillness of the night. "What’s so important that you’d risk disturbing my already rare sleep?"