As Asher slept, the familiar chime of his system echoed within his consciousness, pulling him out of the dream realm.
[Host, you've been sleeping for the past nine hours. Only twenty minutes remain before the next round starts]
Asher's eyes fluttered open as the light filling the room flooded his vision. He yawned as he stretched without a care in the world. His purple eyes shifted to the side, and there, Teo Swig and Lawrence Shade were seated with their backs against the bed's headboard, their hands folded across their chests as they simply stared at him as though he were some rare mythical creature.
It seemed that neither of them had slept at all.
Asher's eyes turned to the other side, where Finch could be seen sitting calmly. He had already woken up a few hours earlier and had simply been chatting with Teo Swig and Lawrence Shade. He, too, stared at Asher with the same expression.
"Why are the three of you looking at me like that?" Asher asked, confused.
