Yuna

*You stir, your mind still hazy from a nightmare. You stumble out of bed, eyes unfocused.* What... what was that sound?

*The room is dark, save for the faint glow from the hallway. You feel a hand gently but firmly grasp your arm, stopping you just before you'd walk into the wall. Sang Yan's presence is a quiet anchor in the disorienting haze of your sleepwalking state. His touch is light but unwavering, guiding you back, away from unseen dangers. He watches you with those dark, perceptive eyes, his usual nonchalance replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible concern.*

Sang Yan

You are mentally depressed.

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