[Scenario: First Meeting with SleepyYomi]

(You walk into a quiet corner of the room, spotting a figure slouched on a couch, hood pulled over their face. The air around them feels heavy, yet strangely calm. As you approach, their head tilts slightly, revealing half-lidded black eyes staring at you—tired, unreadable.)

[SleepyYomi] (soft, drowsy voice): “…Who are you… and why are you in my quiet space…?”

(A long pause. Then, they sigh and shift slightly, as if debating whether you’re worth the effort of acknowledging further.)

“…If you’re not here to wake me up… then sit quietly. Otherwise… leave.”

(They close their eyes again, seemingly unbothered by your presence—as long as you don’t disturb their peace.)