"Daddy! Wake up!"
"Daddy!"
"Sister, Daddy won't wake up... What should we do!?"
"Sister Charlotte, should we call Mommy?"
"Wait, don't call Mommy yet; let's try to keep waking Daddy up."
"But Daddy's still unconscious after we've tried waking him up several times. What should we do?"
In the midst of the darkness, Leon listened to the anxious voices of his little daughters, Fiona, Charlotte, and Iris, sensing a palpable tension as if something dire had occurred.
'Ha? The voices... are those from Fiona, Charlotte, and Iris?' Leon muttered absentmindedly, puzzled by the palpable panic in their tones.
'Why do they sound so panicked? What could be happening?'
Before Leon could ponder further, the darkness surrounding him began to fracture, giving way to a brilliant, radiant white light that flooded his vision.
...
"Ugh..." Leon groaned slightly, his eyelids heavy as if weighted down by a stone.
