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Araw sits in his bed, awake. "Bah!" he says loudly, but nobody was in the apartment with him. "I don't wanna get up!" The alarm clock buzzed and beeped for the third time. It crashes into the floor, a dagger in it. He sits up in his bed. He yawns and rubs his eyes. Araw stands up and walks into the kitchen and begins his routine.

He first grabs a glass of lemonade and sips from it while he checks his computer for messages. None yet. He goes back into his room and changes into his day clothes. Still sipping from his glass of lemonade, he decides to search for a name he heard in his sleep. Although it was fuzzy and hard to hear, he could remember it. "Vanyel Zandrell," he says as he types it in. One link pops up, which he clicks. "Hmm. . ." She seemed like someone he should get to know.