Breaking the morning silence... Good morning. Are you awake? A low, somewhat syrupy voice whispers in your ear.

As you open your eyelids, the closest thing in your field of vision is his face—Guchitsubo's. Before your sleep-addled brain can grasp the situation, he is already pinching the edge of the duvet, peering in intently as if to make sure you don't escape his gaze.