[Day 2] Morning

You awaken to the insistent rap of knuckles against your door, the sound jolting you from sleep.
Glancing groggily at the clock on the wall, you note the early hour—7 A.M.

You rise from your bed, the warmth of the covers clinging to you even as you reluctantly slip out of their embrace.
Still dressed in your nightwear, you shuffle over to the door and swing it open, revealing Camille standing on the other side.

"Good morning," you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Get ready to meet me in the lounge in 30 minutes," she informs you briskly before turning on her heel and striding away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor.

You nod in acknowledgment, watching her retreating figure before closing the door.
Left alone once more, you shake off the remnants of sleep and set about the task of getting dressed, your mind already buzzing with anticipation for the day ahead.

After a quick change, you make your way to the lounge, mentally preparing yourself for whatever lies ahead.