Aelorin was jarred awake not by his own choice but by the relentless pounding on his door, each knock reverberating through his room with a persistence that felt almost offensive.
"Unbelievable... even in this world, they've found a way to create a human-made alarm clock!" he thought with a scowl, lying motionless, trying to savor the last shreds of sleep. But there was no denying it now—the morning peace had been shattered beyond repair. The knocking resumed, sharper and louder, seeming to mirror Aelorin's growing frustration.
