The Academy Dormitory, shrouded in darkness.

—Wake up.

The voice that pulled Mikhail from his slumber was persistent. Rubbing his eyes, he let out a faint sigh, trying to shake off the early morning grogginess.

Through bleary eyes, he saw the clock's hands pointing to 4 a.m. Who in their right mind would wake him at this ungodly hour? But soon, Mikhail realized it wasn’t a person—it was something far more persistent, and he frowned in frustration.

"I drank last night..."

—Wake up...!

The voice continued to ring in his ears, relentless. Mikhail exhaled deeply, the weight of his body …