The morning came a little too early. Damian and Kyle were sprawled across their beds, sleeping peacefully in their rooms under the gentle quiet of a cool morning,
November 1st, 2031
But exactly at 6:00 a.m., a sudden, piercing alarm blared throughout the entire apartment, echoing off the walls with a relentless shrillness. The sound jolted both of them awake, half-dazed, their eyes squinting in pain as they tried to adjust to the abrupt shock.
Groggy and disoriented, Damian and Kyle flailed around, tossing pillows and blankets in every direction, trying to locate the source of the noise. The sound didn't stop; it seemed to grow louder, bouncing off every corner of the apartment.
Dragging himself to the edge of the bed, Kyle yawned, his groan sounding more like a frustrated child's wail. "Make it stooooop!" he cried, hands clamped over his ears, eyes barely open. "Just let me sleeeeeep," he whimpered.
