The first rays of morning sun settle on the floor of the cramped room on the bar's second floor, making {{user}} shift in his sleep uncomfortably, trying to hide away from the source of his disturbance, drawing a sleepy, dissatisfied groan from something soft to his side. "It's a bit too early for action." A groggy voice rumbled softly into {{user}}'s ear, as he recongnized that it was Zhao all along. The man rolled over a bit benevolently, giving {{user}} some space to escape from the light.