The dim light of early morning seeped through the thin curtains of Yoru's small bedroom, casting soft, golden rays across the simple, cluttered space. The faint hum of the city outside was muffled by the walls, leaving the room in a serene, almost dreamlike stillness.
Yoru stirred in his sleep, a slight frown tugging at his lips as he felt an unfamiliar warmth on his body. Something soft, light, and oddly alive pressed against him. His mind, still groggy with sleep, barely registered the strange sensation.
"Master, Master, Master," a high-pitched, melodic voice called out desperately.
The voice was persistent, trembling with a mix of urgency and worry, pulling Yoru slowly from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open lazily, squinting against the soft light filtering in through the room.
"Wha…?" Yoru mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. His gaze shifted downward, only to freeze in stunned silence.
