Aria slowly wakes up, blinking away the remnants of sleep. She lifts herself from the soft bed and glances over to the window, where Azreal stands, dressed in his usual dark attire, staring out at the horizon. The soft light from the early morning sun bathes the room in a golden hue.
"Good morning," Azreal says without turning to her, his voice calm and steady.
Aria, still groggy, rubs her eyes. "You're up already?"
Azreal finally turns, a small smirk on his face. "Of course. I can't afford to sleep in." He gestures to her. "Get dressed. I have something important to discuss with you."
Aria, sensing the seriousness in his tone, quickly nods. She rises and heads to the restroom. After a few minutes, she comes out, dressed and ready, only to find the room empty. She frowns for a moment, then heads to the door.
Just as she reaches it, the door swings open, and Azreal steps inside, a serious expression on his face. "Good, you're ready."
