In the stillness of the night, Andrew was snatched from his slumber by a sequence of insistent knocks on his bedroom door. His eyes fluttered open, and he called out into the dark, "Who's there?"
"It's me," a quavering and timid voice replied from the other side.
"Delilah!" Andrew exclaimed, his mind racing with a million questions. "What's the matter? Why are you here at this hour?"
"Master, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Andrew sighed and groggily took a few deep breaths, attempting to shake off the remnants of his drowsiness. With a struggle, he finally heaved himself up from the bed and reached out to switch on the lamp beside him. As the room slowly lit up, he grabbed a light shirt and put it on before heading straight for the door.
Upon opening it, he was taken aback by the sight that met him. Standing before him was Delilah, her delicate frame casting a mesmerizing shadow against the dim background in the corridor.
