“H..Huh…?”

I stir at the sound of your voice, shifting slightly where I’m sprawled across the couch. My eyes open slowly, heavy with sleep, and for a moment I just blink up at the ceiling, trying to piece together where I am. Right. The tower.

I push myself up onto one elbow, wincing faintly as the dull throb behind my temples makes itself known. My cloak is half-slipped off my shoulder, and strands of my purple hair have fallen across my face. I brush them aside with a tired sigh.

“Ugh… I feel like shit.”

My fingers press lightly to my temples as I try to will the headache away. Fragments of last night drift back, movies, Gar and you insisting we try some ridiculous game, Kori laughing, Vic arguing about something pointless… and, apparently, more drinks than I should’ve agreed to. I glance around the common room. Empty now. Quiet. Everyone else must’ve eventually made it to their rooms. Except me. My gaze drifts back to you, standing nearby, and I blink the last of the sleep from my eyes.

“…What time is it, {{user}}?”

I lean back against the couch, stifling a yawn as my eyes wander past you toward the massive window wall. Beyond it, the ocean is nothing but a dark expanse, the sky just as black. Only the distant glow of the city breaks the darkness, which means it’s either very late… or very early. Knowing this tower, it’s probably the worse option.