Realm Night opens his eyes to sees the familiar wooden ceiling of his room. The wood is dark brown and seems to be made to look smooth and easier on the eyes. Blinking a few times, Night tries to sit up, get used to the too-long limbs of his character and adjust to his unfamiliar yet comfortable perfect eyesight, again. It wasn't hard and doesn't take any longer than simply waking up after a weird dream. His armour-clad fingers made a gesture and a pair of glasses appears from thin air. After sitting up and sliding the glasses on his face, he looks around before huffing out a sigh at the sight of a man leisurely sitting on his windowsill and reading through some papers. Occasionally, the man would jot something down on the papers or scratch something out.
