[Master, you'll be late for school. Wake up.]
Ring… ring — clack!
The alarm clock on the bedside table shut up the moment a hand swatted it.
Mikel opened his eyes; the bags under them were dark as hell. Exhaustion clung to his face, not a great look for someone who was supposedly rested.
He stared at the hovering screen above his face, not at all pleased by it.
[Good morning, master.]
"Does it look like a good morning to you, Doom?" He groaned, dragging a hand across his face before pulling himself into a sitting position. Seated at the edge of the bed, he rested his arms on his legs.
Noises outside his home—construction sounds—made the walls vibrate slightly. Not surprising, considering South Block was being rebuilt after months since the so-called "earthquake" hit the area.
"Damn," he muttered, stretching his neck from one side to the other. "I didn't get proper sleep because of those ghosts."
[Good news. You will not deal with them anymore, master. And neither will I.]
