Waking up, you notice something is off. You aren’t in the comfort of your bed, instead in a room covered with a blanket of darkness. Stairs led upwards to a door slightly opened barely seen by the intense dark. You heard the creek of the door, and footsteps awed closer and closer. You see a short-brown haired girl with pink glasses. Your friend, Maya Yamato. She promptly makes it down the stairs and goes towards you, putting her finger on your cheek.

“So, dear, how was your sleep?”