As a hand was about to touch him, Alan suddenly turned over.
Sensing something amiss, the person standing by his bed halted their movements.
After a few moments of silence, filled only with the faint sound of retreating footsteps, Alan finally opened his eyes.
He gazed towards the door, his eyes deepening with contemplation.
After a while, he let out a cold smile.
...
The next morning, after getting up and freshening up in the bathroom, Alan opened his door to find the maid, Annie, and Alice.
"You're up early," Alan remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"I usually wake up early as a warrior," Alice responded indifferently.
"I'm not a big fan of the black bread they serve here. How about we go out for breakfast?" Alan suggested with a smile.
"That sounds good. I'd also like to explore the city a bit," Alice replied, her interest in shopping as a woman evident.
