Sam blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the bright light that pierced his eyes. It was so bright. He quickly pulled the blanket over himself because he still wanted to sleep. The fatigue he had been feeling for the past few days had accumulated and needed an outlet.

"Not waking up yet, huh, Sam?" It was Beatrice's voice that made Sam open his eyes slightly. "Later. I'm still sleepy," he replied briefly. His voice still had that hoarse tone typical of someone who just woke up.

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