Nurturing, Guess on a Wave Controller
20th December, the year 333 of the Dawn Era; five days after Jyorta had returned to the military academy. The surroundings were barely illuminated, the darkness seeping into every nook and cranny, barely resisted by the occasional artificial lamps installed in discrete locations.
3:00 AM, in a certain room situated in the Indigo Building, an alarm went off. The sound of the alarm was ear-piercing, rattling the objects placed nearby. A hand shot forth, slamming the alarm shut, instilling silence back into the peaceful atmosphere.
"What is the time…?" A voice muttered, the tone hazy. A faint glow saturated inside the alarm clock, displaying the hand dials clearly for the owner of the voice to see. A figure sat up, pushing aside the bedsheet.